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letra de goodbye but - lildimond

[chorus]
and drop kicks plunged struggling deeper into the swamp
i travel the milky ways and the stars of the gods
cause we watch and ain’t scared of the cops
and if i get a good enough grip i ain’t lettin go of the lock
jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul
and they know the king of the trill is in the building it’s a wrap bro
and while you still listenin’ shyne locked in a man hole
this where the truth’s told
so goodbye but
[verse 1]
or either found dead
let us study a weaker outlet
well hey baby you found em
baby baby oh oh oh yeah
ladies lets say you want a man
like a man without no arms you can’t hang
and throw up on the track like it’s full of liquor
kid don’t fall like all the rest
but the truth is he mad cause i married a gook
feed the fam boy i put that on these d-mn goods
but a pitcher that probably slugs pitches and talk a put
and chartable such a big spark i pull
then i get you and you get me on the street and
and i’m gonna make you so mad that you’ll probably spaz
my house in malibu probably tapped
i would never forget the days we used to sit back
[chorus]
and drop kicks plunged struggling deeper into the swamp
i travel the milky ways and the stars of the gods
cause we watch and ain’t scared of the cops
and if i get a good enough grip i ain’t lettin go of the lock
jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul
and they know the king of the trill is in the building it’s a wrap bro
and while you still listenin’ shyne locked in a man hole
this where the truth’s told
so goodbye but
[verse 2]
hip hopper since a toddler
she know that im a baller
the way he’s laying there it looks to me that he’s a goner
ya mommy and daddy daddy and daughter
and peace amongst each other
and a job ain’t nothing but work
is it funky brother
next thing i saw was the gun to my head
she don’t remember sh-t! just the two hits!
the new breed star gazin’ raisin’ two seeds
now i’m back in the cupid just to tell you the truth is
i’m at the crib trying to chill with my little kid
directly aimin’ a gat at my head
you mean the world to me baby you know it’s the truth
you gon make me pull the strap out do some sh-t to you
the rhymes are dope an m.c. you must listen to
deadly as an addict’s needle let automatics reap you
you call it a tribute a ?? distribute
and if you don’t like it it’s cool
of education bettered in his truth
gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4’s
the silver cord is a metaphor for the will of the lord
cuz his mind ain’t there victim of the war
and c-c-cut the cord
[chorus]
and drop kicks plunged struggling deeper into the swamp
i travel the milky ways and the stars of the gods
cause we watch and ain’t scared of the cops
and if i get a good enough grip i ain’t lettin go of the lock
jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul
and they know the king of the trill is in the building it’s a wrap bro
and while you still listenin’ shyne locked in a man hole
this where the truth’s told
so goodbye but

- lildimond

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