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letra de sound. - lunar c

[hook]
when your bills get high and your wage stays low
and you’re bored cause your friends grew up and got families of their own
say sound
(sound yeah, nice one, great
you’re not gonna wipe the smile off my face, not today)
when she told you that she’s single but she lied
and you see her big meathead boyfriend pull into the drive
say sound
(sound yeah, nice one, safe
i’m not letting you f-ck up my day, no way)
[verse 1]
my b-tch b-tt naked while she bags the white up
my face tattеd on her titty, that’s a nice touch
all your tracks are sounding sh-t, you should hang thе mic up
i took a whole sleeve and still lived, that’s just my luck
if i’m not your favourite mc you’ve got no taste
i’ll leave with your bird on my arm like i’m ghostface
saw the police while i was serving, made ’em run around the block
undercut me i go off, i’ll uppercut you out your socks
man act gangster when they’re hench on steds
but you don’t rep no set cause you do sets of reps
just in case i get resurrected
bury me in all gucci, i’m fresh to death
you’re not worthy to shine my shoes up
you can’t f-ck my mood up, life’s too good
tried to say “f-ck my yute” but i do drugs
dunno why i try do stuff when i’m too f-cked

[hook]
when your bills get high and your wage stays low
and you’re bored cause your friends grew up and got families of their own
say sound
(sound yeah, nice one, great
you’re not gonna wipe the smile off my face, not today)
when she told you that she’s single but she lied
and you see her big meathead boyfriend pull into the drive
say sound
(sound yeah, nice one, safe
i’m not letting you f-ck up my day, no way)
[verse 2]
they said it’s about timing but it’s about time
i got what the f-ck i deserve cause i been about time
i got what you need when you need it, never in drought
i put it on the scale and the screen was showing pound signs
if it don’t fail natural i’m not gonna force it
even if you’re perfect they’ll still probably talk sh-t
stepped in alone but i went home with your chick
put my thingamajig in her whatchamacallit
i’m blase with it, suede jacket smooth like sade with it
if it ain’t money i ain’t chasing it
i don’t want the fame, i’d rather keep my face hidden
if it wasn’t for them meddling kids i’d have got away with it
they get in my face like i won’t hit ’em up
dead in the face like a stroke victim, you should know the vibes
sun glaring down like an unclosing eye
tryna live fast while we slowly die

- lunar c

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