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letra de luvstreet - i am the reason they run

bodies on the floor
bodies on the couch
prolly bout time that i started leaving out
so i’m out
gotta dark stout hangin out my mouth
this sh-ts almost out
when it’s no more smoke to blow i pour me up some crowne
bottles down for the dead homies
rip the world i know
it’s over when you say it’s over
but they keep on coming over
smokin up yo weed ain’t never sober what you need?
you tippin over
cryin in the back of a rover
pour that ice in my cup minnesota
make me forget that the world is so cold and i breathe in my soul with the weed that i blow
but it’s really getting old man i need me some more
need a hundred thou then i need me some more
gone from the jump put your keys in the ignition while i’m sippin on this potion ya’ll know what i’m sippin
tea got me goin slow motion in the middle of the club
pour me some more and i might just throw up
middle fingers up cuz i never gave a f-ck mane
f-ck a bad b-tch need mud in my cup
b-tch stop hittin me up
f-ck it man i need me a dub
i need me a dub
i need the homies back home to be seein me up
keepin it up man i need me a mil every month
they gonna know i’m the one
block out the sun
i am the son of the scorpio i am the reason they run
i’m goin hard just like kirby doe i’m blowin b-tches away so i need me a blunt
roll me a mango sweet double wide optimo blueberry hazy i’m lazy as f-ck
hit like a truck
i got the thc tea and promethazine pouring it up
4 in the mornin
got me zoned in
i can see everything eyes won’t open
it’s the solstice
it’s hopeless
ima go insane when the storm hits
and i know this
cuz i mean it
fire flames h-t like a pheonix
never too fast cuz the route i take scenic, ay
smokin till my heart ain’t beatin, ay
token for the slot machine beat it
woke up for the collard greens i ain’t even eat it
woke up i was off a bean still tryna beat it
woke up like a movie scene i’d never see it
woke up in the back seat blunt still smokin
take another hit while my mind still floatin
sick from the motion
don’t rock the boat in the ocean
make it to the coast witta ghost of the kid that i once was
tryna catch a feel for a quick buzz
throw slugs like a big headed b-tch does
sip rum like a black beard pirate
all feared tyrant
they fear me cuz my -ss ain’t signin
wildin
i don’t understand your trifling
twirlin
reason why my -ss stay silent
wordless
i ain’t gotta tell ya’ll what my worth is
i know my purpose
completely certain ima steal the show and close the curtains
and leave the whole world hurtin when i’m gone
as i’m fading into bones
don’t n-body hit my phone not no more not no more
i am the reason they run
i am the reason the reason they run
better watch out for my gun
you don’t wanna see my -ss one on one

- i am the reason they run

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