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letra de heartburn - extra kool

[verse 1:]
i swear to god your going to kill me, why you
keep asking me, to hot to trot, mother f-cker
spells blasphemy, i don’t remember much, but i
never said that sh-t, i don’t want to help you
out, let’s watch my heart turn to plastic, hey
kool kick me down, let me get a hundred bucks,
i’ll get you back that’s on boy’s, see my rent
just doubled up, the next day he’s smoking
blunts, macing girls with sh-tty lines, in a
brand new pair of jordan’s, wait a minute, those
are mine, hey man, where’s my money, and how the
h-ll did you get my shoes, you better spill your
guts quickly, let me here your new excuse, oh
you won them shooting hoops, my bad, i guess i’m
chirping, i didn’t mean to pull your card in front
of birds how disturbing, but now he’s walking with
you home, you see he needs a place to stay, little
man got evicted, pouring salt in hater aid, but
you can’t tell him no, because he’s feeling so
excluded, i’ll only be here for a week i swear,
then you’ll have seclusion, a yo it’s three weeks
later, he’s sleeping naked on your couch, man i’m
tired of this sh-t, and how you always run your
mouth, it’s time to get the h-ll out, get it
together or wait your turn, man i’m not your loving
mom, d-mn you give me heartburn…

[hook:]
you give me heartburn, when i see you lie like
that, i want to shake your skinny -ss wake you
up and laugh, you give me heartburn, your not
going to win i promise, i’m to sick of playing
savior to you pill-aholics… [x2]

[verse 2:]
i got a headache this big, could some one please
come save me, i’d like a life free of stress that
would be extra gravy, but now kool is on alert,
that’s why i often change my number, change my
life, change my gear then change my place of slumber,
well i’m all blown up, see the faces painted grins,
no more lending money, i’ll i got is real friends,
with a pocket full of tens, now i’m off to fill
the tummy, find a nice place to eat, and hide my
face like frank the bunny, when tap, tap, tap,
i feel his finger on my back, i spun around to catch
his grins, like a harlem b-tch slap, hey kool, where you
been, i need you to do me a little favor, i got a girl
who plays doctor, but i need a place to save her,
see that’s really not my flavor, lending spots to
ignorance, i’m not going to show you where i live
so you can bag some crazy b-tch, well now he’s
all huffy puffy, up in smoke and up in arms, he say’s
you never help me out, your just a b-tch who sings
songs, i guess you knew me all along, spark the
lights, i’m left exploring, how are you going to
talk that kind of sh-t, when your standing in my
jordan’s, so f-ck your life, f-ck your crew and f-ck
your crazy doctor b-tch, i’m not the man to help
you out, you little lousy hypocrite…

[hook x2]

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