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letra de i won't mind the cold when i'm burning - lîl høllöw

verse 1:
i just dropped some tabs, crawl inside my living room and set up my lab, my pad, is a tomb that i lay in and rap, wit a bag of that doom that i smoke by the sack, bite a cap off a shroom wash it down wit some act, i’m intact but i’m ruined till i load up my mac, clip packed full of gloom so it shatter my hat, spent stacks on a broom stuffin bodies in the back, colt clack, then it blasts, leaving bodies in the gr-ss, no gas, b-tch i’ll p-ss, any rapper on a track, f-ck cash, i burn racks, meet them stats and make it back, caught up demon wit a past, i’ll burn to death in midst of m-ss, i’ll laugh, flail and gasp, till my breathing ends at last, soul black, give me dap, live in depths so i adapt, known fact, b-tch i’m trapped, in my crystals makin hash, throat gash, body wrapped, in the cello wit my stash, aye…

verse 2:
i just copped some dabs, calm me down a little bit and clear out my head, rip a bong and a rig lemme cough till i’m dead, sprinkle salt around my bed laid embodiment of dread, i get lost from the meds and cost me my checks, but i flex none the less got no hearts in my chest, got a spread full of lead for my brain to make a mess, got a b-tch wit some br–sts and my d-ck up in her neck, tracin veins in my wrist with a razor tip, keep the blades in my whip where the shotty sit, drenched in gas to be lit i don’t mind that sh-t, all my rotting fixed and my body crisp.. tracin veins in my wrist with a razor tip, keep the blades in my whip where the shotty sit, drenched in gas to be lit i don’t mind that sh-t, all my rotting fixed and my body crisp aye…

- lil hollow

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