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letra de boats - make family not friends

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[verse 1: james gorczyca]
[?] taking that sh-t [?] and you still heat it up like a furnace
all you p-ssies losing for fun but yo’ life like [?]
artist claimin’ they got sons, while they just losin’ their whole purpose
f-ck them old heads or moms, shut yo’ mouth and eat your porridge

only thing i believe in is the real ones, me and beamy is real as it f-cking comes
we just focus on gettin’ this income, instead of frettin’ like internet dumb-dumbs
you dont know how to listen your ears numb, keep on festerin’ inside the [?]
chronically online, cog in the system, you should just try to unplug and get some

what’cha gonna do when i pop that bubble?
gonna fumble that bag gonna keep livin’ double
seein’ that’chu really inna’ godd-mn struggle, but a godd-mn struggle is just ya’ feet in the puddle

how you gonna let ya’ vision get so muddled
volunteer to be a rebel, might as well eat a knuckle
[?] givin’ me a little trouble
get his ass in the circus, that boy can really juggle

i got, i got
i got [?]

you got, you got
you got brain rot
i got, i got
i got [?]

you got, you got
you got [?]

[verse 2: bruhmanegod]

b-tch this-
b-b-tch this cold. (sh-t)
you step to me and james, you get murderized
[?]
og, i’m certified
his family only f-ck everyone else
his family only- his family only-

[?] thats unholy
i sip [?] i smoke rollies
[?] he wish he was that
i was breakin’ my back, tryna’ get’chu to match
i’m the worst and the best
imma slip through the cracks
everyone in the [?] get left in the past

b-tch i been here from the beginning
if i gotta [?] get a gun and i’m finished
i ain’t tryna’ make a livin’ talkin’ bout’ all my winnin’
james smokin’ on the good good, neva’ eva’ trippin’
e-e-e-e-everyone the goat, it was never you
i just like you, but a better you
get’cha [?] wit’ a whole paycheck
b-tch the internet will be the death of you

b-tch i’m preformin’ while you’re just performative
you ever stop to think that there’s more to this
you bouta’ die obsessed with ya’ insights
you don’t live life, you just whorin’ in it- whori-in it

shhhhh, shut the f-ck up, i ain’t’ tryna’ hear sh-t
not sh-t, that’s sh-t, that it, i’m out (i’m out)
good riddance (good ri-i-i-i-i-)
b-tch this cold (sh-t)
you step to me and james, you get murderized
[?]
og, i’m certified
sh-t is gettin’ old, i’m retarted and to cold
me and corczyca thats boats, and we sn-tchin’ up yo’ soul

[verse 3: james corczyca & bruhmanegod]
roll and backstab, like dark souls
we swag blastin’ our foes
me and beamy, we are the law
firin’ brimstones at you hoes
suck a d-ck and a banana because that is all you are
and if you ain’t bumpin’ dis’ then get the f-ck up out the car

f-ck yo’ mom and f-ck yo’ daddy, fat as ugly i could go on
goin’ [?] goin’ ape, and with this money i go hard

- make family not friends

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