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letra de sora / riku / kairi - lord sizzle

smokin’ blanka in my tonka truck
g-unit member on my fireplace, we gettin’ buck
i hold the blunt between my knucks and ponder why the actual f-ck all these n-ggas in my generation turning into cucks
huckleberries taste like watermelon, chicken, basketball
rolling in my casket, baskin’ in the light of my withdrawals
drink the blood from my torn paws as it seeps right through the gauze
sleep beneath the laws, needing three more dragon b-lls
pina coladas, i read the dots ‘fore the commas
i’m losing my confidence the right way (right way)
reap what you swallow, i’m incorrect by my count
i’m losing my confidence the right way (right way)

right way [x2]

collect the chain and sprint direct to the sun
and meet a b-tch in bolorado with a ring in her tongue
the pager dated, faded off the elevation
my lungs collapse in may because of april eating staples and gum
a couple camels in the clutch and a hit of peyote
i’m humpin’ everything in the sobeys
scary, variate the chariate, call it the secretariat
lowkey, depression cherry in rotation like a lariat
bokeh lights in the club, broken dreams of a thug
floating off my supply, my eyes burn in the tub
i’m -n-lyzing equestrians to apply the same concept to these pedestrians
constantly n-ggas looking for n-ggas to come invest in them
lessen the sess in vest and twiddle with my burnt effigy
effortless with the wishes, avoiding selective b-tches
and throwing them in the kitchen like good b-tches
i’m flinchin’, the weed’s in my nervous system
i’m tempted to fire off this glock and hit the block like a mock draft, picking you one by one
what’s a bl-wj-b to a c-m dump? she’ll be f-ckin’ unitl she’s a bl–dy stump
neither do i want to see the inauguration of donald trump, but that’s kinda extreme
i’d rather od off of legal lean i bought up at the walgreens
call my ex like, “where you at?”
i’m at her house and now i’m knocking, “hi!”
don’t mind the sweat, i sprinted her ’cause f-ck parallel parking
my head barks from your shih-tzu
the b-tch is gnarking
i’m winning more than innaritu, don’t break the streak ‘less you want to
ya know…
streak

push the dalai lama in a dollarama
cookin ramen on a diorama off an iphone camera
counting commas, countless ramadans ’cause money never sleeps
that’s word to sm-gm-
peggin’ n-ggas in the escalade at 60 miles-per-hour
twistin’ brown papers like a tootsie roll
sour skittles, power pellets, scout the neighborhood for hoes by the hour
flower in the crystal d-ck
pistol pickin’ off, steady smoking doobies in the kitchen
taking selfies with the bodies as they f-ckin’ blood glistens
n-ggas k!llin’ good christians and hood villains
where is your god now? why is your guard down?
i’ll admit, i fear your frown more than a clown
why you trade your crown to make your p-ssy crown and wear a nightygown?
cowardly, now why are we making out?

- lord sizzle

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