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letra de the establishment - marley brooker & the mailman

[intro: marley brooker & (courtney b)]
i can’t i can’t i can’t
(i can i can i can)

[chorus: marley brooker]
i had a talk with nancy i promised her we gon make it
but my back against the wall i’m startin’ to get impatient
but we came too far too let sh-t go south
so i’m blacked up bout to hit this l!ck on house

i had a talk with nancy i promised her we gon make it
but my back against the wall i’m startin’ to get impatient
but i came too far too let sh-t go south
so we masked up bout to hit this l!ck on this house

[verse : marley brooker]
what have i done? who have i become?
promise mama i finish school why i’m riding with this gun?
we on the back streets no license plates
i hope the ones don’t pull up or it’s life today
i’m at my wits end livin’ a nightmare on oak ave
bump heads with n-ggas sav life it’s smoke fast
tomorrow ain’t neva been promised
and now donald trump up in office
call mailman might go postal
suicide squad harley think i’m boastful
i’m a joker they call me marliavelli she think ion love her
almost broke her when i got in her belly
we used to do a buck 10 on i95 in the chevy (uh)
got the weight of the world on my shoulders it’s gettin’ heavy (uh)
i wanna shake it too like lil dominica (i had a story)
story full of tragedy and loss belong in cinemas
all i ask for is a lil time smoking dumb tree
sippin’ hennessy cleaning off this lil 9 uh (we gon make it)
another lonely night got me contemplating doing another line

[chorus: marley brooker & courtney b]
i had a talk with nancy i promised her we gon make it
but my back against the wall i’m startin’ to get impatient
but we came too far too let sh-t go south
so i’m blacked up bout to hit this l!ck on house

i had a talk with nancy i promised her we gon make it (we gon make it)
but my back against the wall i’m startin’ to get impatient
but i came too far too let sh-t go south (make it)
so we masked up bout to hit this l!ck on this house

[verse: marley brooker & (courtney b)]
they say f-ck what u can’t control disregard it
but who the f-ck is dem who is dey don’t get me started
the politicians and police swear they rotten ya
but i’m corrupt too do anything that brings in profit
blame the bush’s blame the clinton’s
blame the establishment whatever my kind remain targets
it’s time we clap back the gun a pin to an artist
i lost too much at a early age i’m cold hearted sh-t
in fact sh-t ion what love is
but i grab the clip to the ruger and throw some slugs in
cuz n-ggas stuck it’s a trap cookin’ in the kitchen
with no food in the trap
(where it at? bust a gat put’cha name on the map)
(they wanna find you where you been? welcome back)
they wanna give us just enough rope
(jus a lil bit) they know it’s not too much hope
(cuz n-ggas will choke i know u seen the clip my n-gga wake up!)
(you turn on the tv and all u see is fake up)
(cuz they replaced the positive knowledge)
(wit all this f-ck make up you think u got it caked up?)
(cuz i can keep up i’m tryin kick my feet up)
(i’m sorry mailman but i gotta get my tree up)
(i heard u from the streets don’t lie to me you put this beat up?)
(so when u get that “package” for me we betta meet up)
(i can, i can, i can)
(all my life been saying it but really what’s the plan?)
(i’m taking two steps back again and again)
(so tell me how i’m getting even closer to the end?)

[outro: marley brooker & (courtney b)]
i can’t i can’t i can’t
(i can i can i can)
oooho whoohooo

- marley brooker the mailman

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