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letra de moams - lunar c

[intro: lunar c]
yo (they said i’d never be sh-t)
lunar c (ya)
yo (burgundy blood)

[hook: lunar c]
they said i’d never be sh-t as a child
b-tch who’s an idiot now?
been doing this for a while
man of a million styles
just when they figured it out
i’m flipping and switching it round
i never fit in a crowd
man of a million styles

[verse 1: lunar c]
i might go sit on my own, light up a spliff of this weed
spend most of my time on my sofa, writing and listening to beats
got models and video hoes gagging like they’re bulimic
a lot of them b-tches sniff coke, most of them b-tches don’t eat
spare me the small talk, i’m tryna count this money out
you’re talking about a bunch of sh-t that i don’t give a f-ck about
they said i wouldn’t be underground if i dumb it down
so i only rap about weed, money and p-ssy now
and i still ain’t got no mobo yet
no one told me making it was such a slow process
i’m not rapping now or singing, i’m just so tone deaf
but you ain’t on my level though, your flow dodo dead
doodoo bread, think i got a screw loose? yes
f-cked in the head, one flew over the cuckoo’s nest
i’m mad ignorant, to any younger fan listening
don’t ever try and be like me, i’m a bad influence
paid my dues, had to take time and i studied it
these dudes are up here doing stagedives, they can’t f-cking spit
they say i’m on some other sh-t
just had a meeting and asked my team
“do you wanna just scr-pe by or get f-cking rich?”
they told me i’m a g*nius
s-x-pest, fulfilling my groupies fantasies
i’m known for giving fans diseases
come this far and i’ve got no reason to stop
’bout to go back to my school and k!ll all my teachers because…
[hook: lunar c]
they said i’d never be sh-t as a child
b-tch who’s an idiot now?
been doing this for a while
man of a million styles
just when they figured it out
i’m flipping and switching it round
i never fit in a crowd
man of a million styles

[verse 2: burgundy blood]
[?]
the apple-headed [?]
i like my blood grapes squeezed at the dinner table
i’m looking good, i’ve got the yellow coloured lederhosen
that sh-t ain’t artificial, brush suede, hand chosen
i’m still rollerblading, you’re still shoelace gazing
i’m selling bootleg tapes from your uncle’s bas-m-nt
my head was messed up but now it’s clean and hoovered
i went to [?] and got my roots manoeuvred
my raps strangle ya, wear black wranglers
and paddle in the shallow end, that’s my whole scandolous
arrangement, named and shamed, i shoot aimless
and claim to be ahead of the game but i’m a lane
still i’m dressed for the occasion
swigging from the bottle, with the [?] and the waddle
in the diamond i get walked all on, i’m unable to defend myself
i zip it up and lend myself and try not to bend myself
over backwards when practicing rappers
i snack on some [?] and chat ’cause i’m like that
i did my rap, just for you
rip up the chorus and check it 1, 2
[hook: lunar c]
they said i’d never be sh-t as a child
b-tch who’s an idiot now?
been doing this for a while
man of a million styles
just when they figured it out
i’m flipping and switching it round
i never fit in a crowd
man of a million styles

- lunar c

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