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letra de turn the page - marcus smith

[intro]
i’m a little thirsty
hey, can you turn it up in the headphones a little bit?
perfect

[verse 1]
i get the fever and i’m feeling really heaven sent
track brings me to life just like evanescence and
i’m the hero that this city deserves
with my gym class antics on a search for new words
chill, that’s what i am, that what i do, that’s what my house be
used to puff inhalers, as of late it hasn’t helped me
i feel my lungs collapsing when i run, that isn’t healthy
h-ll, he won’t even make it to forty…well see
the worlds turned a blind eye, so they ain’t even seen me yet
been doing this since ’05..growing like a chia pet (ch-ch-ch-chia!)
i don’t need to get naked to hang with anne liebovitz
and i don’t even smoke but dammit i think i need a hit (i need a hit)
oops, need a hit? i think i got one
when the gravy train starts, you better have called shotgun
cuz see i’m gassed up, you just gotta sit and steer
this might sound backwards, but i’m a nomad like the engineer

[hook]
man i, man i’m so hammered
i’m watching hannah montana
i stammer stammer my grammar
and never be minding my manners
man i, man i’m so hammered
i’m watching hannah montana
i stammer stammer my grammar
and never be minding my manner
if-if-if-if you don’t like what i’m writing then turn the d-mn page
(you ain’t seen n0body this fire since craig’s rampage)
man i, man i’m so hammered
i’m watching hannah montana
i stammer stammer my grammar
and never be minding my manners
[verse 2]
look, i ain’t searching for no sympathy
i’m just tryna tell you plain and simply
take you back to the days when i was fat faced and pimply
when no girl in the world ever wanted to get with me
they’d be like “n-gga please, you can keep on wishin b”
and that’s the type of sh-t that got me screwed me up mentally
that’s about the time i found a pen, the rest is history
i put that sh-t to paper, now everybody’s listening
i promise, i was raised on crash, tekken, and sonic 3
black kid from the burbs and i say that sh-t ironically
looked in as an outsider, no johnny c (stay gold!)
gritty like hominy, honestly i’m an anomaly
properly mr monopoly, will leave you without a clue
you’re in trouble, sorry, i’m back n-ggas, so guess who
i’m here to play the game of life and that’s a risk i’ll take
while you topple operations waiting for the ice to break (what’s up!)

- marcus smith

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