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letra de breaking bad - kreaze

i feel like breaking bad
drugs on me won’t live without my meds
life is going fast
money on me i won’t spend a cent
my family prays for me
that i won’t give my soul away this soul for keeps
may believe
that destiny’s for dem workers it ain’t for the weak

pull up fast like i done said in the previous and last
skittle stack want it in colours and i want it bags
matterfact, my cloud rains cash that people
wanna grab
dirty two, how me and brody move through the 32

making blues like w white , this sh-t ain’t new to me
honeslty i would do a lotta things to set people free
people that i carе about got money on my mind but it’s bout love to me
whеn u move with me , we gone get in a lotta f-ckery
but you can put your trust in me
ringing on my phone like i ain’t got nothing to do this week
ratchets getting chopped of like dem tales do not meansh-t to me
fall back don’t even doubt u can’t forget
u can rely on me

cus i ain’t no bad guy u see
i’m just a passer by u see
but if you’re moving shady know that you can get black eyed in here
my gang is smokin dope levatating hitting
the atmosphere
we’re just blowing o’s making doe and get the f-ck outta here

like why u fighting
i’m fast like lightening
i hope that you done get inspired
by all my trying
suppress my feelings don’t start crying
cus i was wilding
didn’t have time for real love
admit that i was grinding
so anyone go tell me, why should i
when she wouldn’t
i don’t put everything on the line just to say i couldn’t
i cannot doubt the effort that imma put in
i really was going stupid
but this illusion got me wavy i can’t tie nomore lose ends

imma swerve around fake friendships
eyes staring at me when i walk in this sh-t’s the damage
drop 4 points on your ass
haters gone say this b-tch a scammage

they don’t wanna see me win , don’t give a f-ck it’s who i am
switching my cups like i switch tires homie
better focus upon my sh-t i can’t get tired homie
wanna shoot me down from my come up
you better try it homie
flames are getting thrown in the air cus i got fire on me

2x i feel like breaking bad
drugs on me won’t live without my meds
life is going fast
money on me i won’t spend a cent
my family prays for me
that i won’t give my soul away this soul for keeps
may believe
that destiny’s for dem workers it ain’t for the weak
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