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letra de ask the lord - lunar c

[hook]
i’ll put you all on my sh-tlist
kick the door off the hinges
hit the floor, what you think this is?
we all turn religious in our last moments
p-ssy, ask the lord for forgiveness

[verse 1]
yo, she’s got it in for me like a drug mule
never date on the first f-ck, that’s my one rule
incoherent ramblings of a drunk fool
uncultured people think i’m uncool
bare guys who went to prison said they found jesus
i wonder what he’s in for
groundskeeper willie, need my mon0brow tweezered
no crowd-pleaser for you mouth breathers
i’m lowkey like dog sh-t on brown sneakers
profound g*nius tryna build my fanbase
that’s why i make my family address me as my rap name
yo, everything happens for no reason
’bout to sign on in my fur jacket with my gold t–th in
i don’t even want a job, i’m dole seeking
my best song is whatever’s my most recent
i’ve got a different approach
your life’s middle of the road
i’m tryna sniff the white lines off the middle of the road
[hook]
i’ll put you all on my sh-tlist
kick the door off the hinges
hit the floor, what you think this is?
we all turn religious in our last moments
p-ssy, ask the lord for forgiveness

[verse 2]
they talk online but when i’m round they ain’t saying sh-t
i’ll strangle you with a catheter bag tube for tryna take the p-ss
just because i don’t rap about drillings and make up sh-t
that probably made you think i wasn’t real, the devil’s greatest trick
way before the virus i worked from home
office was a burner phone
looking like al pacino in serpico
i once spat a verse to kurtis blow
he gave me his business card but i lost my wallet and that hurts to know
how long can i live like this?
was born a broke person in a world of fixed prices
but i’ll still be the sh-t when they put my stiff lifeless
body in the ground ’cause my sh-t’s timeless
you’ve been selling bash since 2-0-12
people didn’t believe it was white like bobby caldwell
oh well, tell them lunar c’s ill with it
might backhand your grill out with your t–th still in it
[hook]
i’ll put you all on my sh-tlist
kick the door off the hinges
hit the floor, what you think this is?
we all turn religious in our last moments
p-ssy, ask the lord for forgiveness

- lunar c

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