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letra de noxious - manxi!

(intro)
take me away to paradise, yeah
jumping on a jet, i’m gonna take off to the skies yeah
we moved off this planet, yeah
i’m on a different high, yeah
i think i’m losing my mind
(i think i’m losing my mind)
(x2)

(verse 1)
you hate me, i still love you
that’s my motto for life, yeah that’s my go-to
always a phone call away
so give me a call today if you’ve got no-one else to go to
yeah
but throw yourself in my shoes
now you’ve got gucci on your feet, go you
you must be one demented motherf-cker if you ever come up to me and say that i owe you
ay, because i’ve helped you so much
i gave you feelings when you wasn’t feeling life so much
i always pulled you out your mood
when you was in the dump
i gave you love and priority but it wasn’t enough
man, my group is always here
there’s never too much love
there ain’t no snakes in my circle
but this town is a hub
i’m going back to my old ways, i don’t give a f-ck
and if you tryna get me back to bad
you’re out of luck, because i’m

(chorus)
gettin high when i reminisce
they think i’m soft, think i’m innocent
building up an armory, i’m militant
stockpiling the cash with the dividends, yeah
(x2)

(verse 2)
save it in my saver
got a bag stashed in the blazer
put it up with razors
inhale in the toilets, no f-cks gave, huh
your girl ain’t getting none
it’s sour like the flavour
keep my jeans all tapered
hopping in designer, i got all these people hating
everyone is quick to turn their heads if i get famous
i got people switching already now i got paper

(hook)
take me away to paradise, yeah
jumping on a jet, i’m gonna take off to the skies yeah
we moved off this planet, yeah
i’m on a different high, yeah
i think i’m losing my mind
(i think i’m losing my mind)
(x2)

(chorus)
gettin high when i reminisce
they think i’m soft, think i’m innocent
building up an armory, i’m militant
stockpiling the cash with the dividends, yeah
(x2)

(verse 3)
you want something from me b-tch
then come and get it
you’ll be so jealous when i’m inside my villa sipping henny
yeah i’m waiting for the phone call
“steven i saw you on telly”
but i’ll tell you now, f-ck your love talk
i won’t let you sell it
i won’t let you sell it
i will never let you get away
put some effort in, then maybe happy days
let me find myself an angel, i’ll be here to stay
i’m moving on to better things, let me get away
cocaine in the case
lsd, i take it back and let it entertain
f-cking with my brain
i don’t want to stay in reality, let me get away
night vision in the dark
i see you b-tch and let it spray away
why you tryna do me?
when i hit town, yeah, i flex on the clowns
making ground in my gucci’s
pulling out the uzi
rolling in the dough
cash flow, i be doing drive-bys in a ‘subi’

(outro)
ay, sucking my d-ck like a vape
on the flight, that’s my escape
locked away like a safe
you and your crew never safe
gun you down if you ever step in my way
got that typical flow, and typical clothes
hanging with your b-tch, she give me head
now that’s a critical blow
i’m not well
hope you motherf-ckers can’t tell
stocking up supplies that motherf-ckers can’t sell (can’t sell)

- manxi

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