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letra de bloodline - marsy man

verse (gogurt)
a lot of sh-t happened, it feels like years ago
starry outside with so many puddles on the floor
poison in our bodies, grab the pills, come give me more
let’s go for a drive, i said f-ck tomorrow
let me grab the wheel, let’s go cruise control
but ignorance is bliss, comes with streaks on the road
crash and burn, here’s the wheel
it’s your turn, lesson learned
i’m concerned that love don’t come around no more
death came on a platter, and it’s time to get served
carried me on your shoulders, never ever pinched a nerve
like a f-cking king, who’s world was his turf
caught life on a wave and it’s time to go surf
sad to know your time came
and your wave had crashed first
i’m always popping percs
but the pain just gets worse

chorus (marsy)
an you know we gonna keep it rockin every single day
i don’t know why we stressin when these b-tches love our way
we’re gonna keep it movin and we’re flyin to the top
once we see the progress then you know we never stop
i don’t know why i’m movin and i’m feelin so insane
maybe you can try an take a step inside my brain
we’re boozin and we’re cruisin and we’re movin so fast
it’s easy when you’re younger you can say f-ck the past

verse (whiteboy rickk)
sittin imma trippin, you’re a cheeto finger l!ckin
imma do it like i should’ve when your girl was spinnin on the feelin
but the feelin don’t match the itchin which comes from your lack of fixins on which we mixin
no cap an no b-tchin
our mommas ain’t raise us to sh-t on our lives
we groovin and livin
so listen to your elders age, you mild and wild
brothers and sisters just the ones that shared the life you had
when we were young children, just runnin and grinnin

verse (biigdog)
my brother just tapped out so i’m holdin the rest down
my brothers can rest now, swear i roll with the best crowd
my brothers is mad loud, your mouth can get smashed out
i’m holding my g’s up, i’m knockin the rest out
pour henny down drains, roll blunts in your names
f-ckin all these b-tches while we screamin out game
we swingin our chains, and we smokin on dank
kickin b-tches out cuz we know you do the same
my brothers gone
now it’s gang or nothin
if you ain’t f-ckin family you can get the f-ck on

- marsy man

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