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letra de 2. hit (holy water) - lvtely

call me never-miss hit, hit the blunt then the time skips
fast forward, i played you like a compact disc-switch flip, on the skate-back, get quick, uh
i’m disappointed, you ain’t never had a chance kid

i been draggin heels, not mine
slip, dont trip, just sifting through my mind
kickstand, second thought, down to rip, down to ride
no time for ya sh-t, no time
set it up, stakeout, grip, no scope
buzzing in my mind, shake it off the trenchcoat
double pump, switch it out, then i squeeze real slow
power in my palm, doc oc in the cold
stocks crash, smash the whip and b-tch bro
dogs dash, gnash the t–th, they gleam, glow
cautious to see what i see, i feel ghostly
im pondering sh-t that could be, its not hopeful
sprinkle lil b-tch in the brеw and we got you-i felt the animosity bеfore i ever saw through
another time skip passed the trash
leave it up to repression, nevererase the past
just a band aid masking all the times i laughed in the mirror when it appeared that this time would be the last
im half assing health, a product of what i’m dealt, you left me right on the shelf, nostalgia came and you followed suit
2 or 3 times, i sent you halfway to the moon
takealook in these eyes, i’ll show you what the master do
never casual, in fact ineedyouto evacuate the room, all of you
you motherf-ckers horrible
swift fist to the chin just to offer you a chance – to make amends
run fast through the lands and don’t look back causeiwont slack, i dont sleep
the kids weep til they understand
yeah
the kids weep til they understand
and then they weep when they understand

something bout the static keeps me happy when im outta touch
i been on e in the cut, sb’s on
bumpin my own sh-t so i could focus on whats real
never stagnant, always putting power to 4 wheels
slacked on a sunday musta been your big reveal (b-tch get down)

walk in and im shining, not the sun
know i am the father, pierced ya momma, holy gun
holy water just dont burn me, i created, im the one
slacked on a sunday, mustve been when you came up
(b-tch get down)
monday turned the corner quick fast on ya ass
whole past obsolete, hit the gas with the ebrake yanked, hooked, sank, b-tch im gold on my feet, b-tch im kobe off the stove, b-tch the climate follows me
so i’m cozy i suppose, my reflection counts on me
so i do what i’m supposed, never fail to prove to thee

- lvtely

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