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letra de dark thoughts - lxxiv

[hook]
why did i wake up?
i can’t feel sh-t till i pass out
i’m back on my sh-t i ain’t tap out
you can bring the static i won’t back down
i got nothing to lose so you know i’m ’bout it
f-ckin’ with me you get thirty-rounded
then i walk in the b-tch with a strapped vest
i’m all ’bout that action and talk less
got you f-ckers pressed

[verse 1]
these peskable days has been f-ck you and pay me
i made my bag ’bout to cop that mercedes
alone in my room i think i’m going crazy
f-ck out my sight it is best for your safety (yuh)
i feel safe without safety
point our pistols at that hoelscher and paint him (yuh)
all the violence doesn’t phase me
i’ll kamikaze
i ain’t leaving you waiting

[verse 2]
aye
i felt that stab in my back (f-ck)
i don’t think i am intact
back the pistol probably p-ss him off
i’m telling houston that we blasting off
and basically i’m guna f-ck em’ up
blades out better pucker up
and what i do, it just ain’t enough
i got dark thoughts and i’m givin’ up
{bridge]
yeah my final year i will – i will recollect
all the f-ckin’ times you said i wasn’t sh-t
all these rhymes i spit, feel like a waste
you won’t understand until my final days
keep that burner on me, that’s a cold case
why you talkin’ with that bold face
’cause that’s one way to get f-cked up
back down from the pistol bruv’
one cl!ck and your time is up

[verse 3]
i know that you switchin’ up
but i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m all about myself now
i don’t need you stupid little b-tches all up in my phone
i don’t give a f-ck what you talkin’ ’bout
why you rap loud?
it’s called emotion
i be spittin’ sh-t get you wavy just like the ocean
in facebook i be pokin’ so you better call the paramedics
i be k!llin’ motherf-ckers for the aesthetic
i’ma run up in his place k!ll all the tenants
i’ma hold on to his sh-t ’till he come and get it
i’ma double back his block
i’ma f-cking spin it
and i know that boy ain’t rap but he won’t admit it
won’t admit that he fake
won’t admit that he would fall for the tip of my blade
won’t admit that if i k!lled his ass then him and his dad would f-ckin’ relate

- lxxiv

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