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letra de you & slim - mads veslelia

[intro]
what’s the difference between you and slim
being authentic didn’t work out to well for me so
what’s the difference between you and slim
i guess i’m back in my right element

[verse 1]
back when you started out aiming for geniality
i was in the attic traning hourly
probably polishin’ my gimicks and lyrics
so i can aim at [?]
the aiming shop is the clearest
then the [?] the feel is
illest mc no feelings
no lame is dealing some critiques
could ever stop me i’m greedy
hønefoss, rack city
knowing them fox im givin’
the camouflage forvealing
that i got mom’s spaghetti on my tank top
but then again mgk stole my t-tle
what am i supposed to do, go date dito
heard she’s doin’ a comeback
so i go to a concert, no wonder i’m a psycho
oh, ’bout to relapse in my bedroom
back on that wannabe sh-t with no hair on
for any type of original flow
ill steal anything just so i can bow as an em in a clone

[chorus]
what’s the difference between you and slim
nothing i can think of, maybe we’re twins
what’s the difference between you and slim
nothing i can think of, we could be friends
so what’s the difference between you and slim
he’s american and i’m a norwegian
what’s the difference between you and slim
he’s original and i’m just try to be him

[verse 2]
yo, i stay with it
all the rappers try to hate, play with it
shoot yourself in the leg, but no one’s claimin’ it
you get bodied like [?]
there’s no body in this country that be f-cking with me
deceive, the speed and the lyrics to the cadence
[?], funerals for days when i’m shooting up the place
for not giving me no plays man
and f said, nothing is locked in my bas-m-nt
i coulda been poppin’, when sneaker shoppin’
i’ll let you down, gotta stay eatin’ survival croppin’
i’m kinda [?], they keep on [?] and singing
[?]
when i was twelve i wanted my nose to be pointy
wrapped it in duct’ and tried to reshape the crow wing
they say i have no respect for the culture
but still your favourite rappers get out writh by a poser

[bridge]
hey, hold up, hold up, hold up
stop the beat a minute
i got something to say
dear slim, i wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’
i need you to get me the f-ck out of norway
i’m ready afobic, and they trapped me up here in a tiny snow cave

[verse 3]
nah, guess i can’t complain
i’m logic without pimples, a baby face
and imma rock, like i’ve been dope since seven grade
drinkin’ monster the impostor and a fan of grace
understand the hate
i should wear a tupé
i got thin hair, but fat bars to come play
and promoters that a cracker get booked
but see me as a joke ’till i perform, they get starstrucked

[outro]
i mean he got fat bars and…
mine’s are more like, chubby

- mads veslelia

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