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letra de the panic room - llegos

why, h-llo
i live on the west coast
i love my life i’m puffing out my breastbone
i’ve never
felt better
smile so much about to explode

hold up wait a minute motherf-cker who are you?
you ain’t part of my crew
why you gotta cut me off in traffic? that’s rude
you ain’t ruining my mood
but then you gotta honk at me
this is not your neighborhood and this is not your street
you can’t even drive. you didn’t even stop complete
ok nick, realize that you just need to stay calm and breathe
but now i see you trying to talk to me in my rearview
now i’m getting agitated. i don’t want to be near you
you’re talking sh-t like a little b-tch. i cannot hear you
starting to ruin my day when the sky is clear blue
but thank god my beer’s cool, can i just get back home?
i don’t like it when people try to test out my backbone
i’m not mad bro, i just need to hit the studio
and make a rap song about how you are such an -sshole

why, h-llo
i live on the west coast
i love my life i’m puffing out my breastbone
i’ve never
felt better
smile so much about to explode

this morning i was still snoring, out of boredom i drank espresso
i ate an orange, worked out my forearms
i felt rewarded but i needed more drip
so let’s go
hopped up on the pedal and went to the shop
when i arrived i learned i messed up, how could i forget the lock
anyways i went in and ordered a coffee; black, extra hot
but what i received was most definitely not
forgot to discount my coupon, sandwich missed out on the poupon
okay simple mistakes, let it go and move on
i was ready to go back home and make a new song
but before too long guess what happened
the same motherf-cker from yesterday almost crashed in, to me
i’m about to start snapping if you don’t get out of my vicinity
you hear that evil laughter cackling? that’s the villain in me
i yelled at him “hit the road jack, i’m gonna k!ll you in the street”
now you ruining my day

this the type of sh-t that you gon lose your mind to
batsh-t cray since fifth grade sniffing white glue
i’m disdained inside this day, i got a temper
promise you mine fool is times two
sick as swine flu, blind as eye goop
llegos my golly, i’m rude
ain’t no compet-tion if i’m moving right through
simple folk make a splash, liquid $moke made a tidal
i beat a snitch up in the booth; i don’t need to shoot a rifle
we ain’t homies you got it backwards dog. jesus christ dude
i’m not scared by you
if you’re coming for my spot
this is a haiku
why sh-t so crazy? f-ck sh-t stack
and i don’t want beef don’t come with that
all i want is green in one big stack and
who’s this man? where’s that young kid at?

i’m so sorry
throwback to days’ of nintendo; atari
i got a big mouth, only indo clouds out my window now
i feel better

- llegos

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