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letra de roy rogers - mike mozart

[verse 1: mike mozart]
i get lifted like pervs with girl’s skirts
out of this world, smoking earth waving to philosophers
high like mindless harvard heads in providence
college kids topped off proving dummies exist in harvard then
uh, that was over your head though
camp froze from cocaine paints, who’s van gogh?
melodies known to break apart vertebrae
saliva drops to blow shots right into your 30 gauge
profane potty mouth, flowing like arachnid spout
doused gasoline couldn’t put out this gorgeous flame
wait, that metaphor itself was contradicting
conflicting contra, sipping scotch, it’s too addicting
f-ck square gl-sses i’ll chug the gl-ss bottle
i don’t even like drinking i’m such a role model
i mean
you can try to hide like dry cow skin
stop poutin’, watch the throne i had my crown fit
i’m about to go nuts and spit nougat
i think my pack heard so go and, try to contact hewlett
tired of the accusing, accuse me for recruittin’
the youngest up-and-comings
so now you know why we d-ck heads
missed meds, say goodbye to molly
no not the pills i’m talking about your cousin’s mommy
cash let em’ know i’m in the air with tasteless eyes
no wonder you all think i’m hidden in plain sight

(hook: mike mozart)
grenadine
glucose
cocoa leaves, crystalline
powdered down, mixed around
ice cold, lemon lime
honey bees, diastase
fructose, caramel
corn syrup, sugar cubes
sweetener, you can’t tell

grenadine
glucose
cocoa leaves, crystalline
powdered down, mixed around
ice cold, lemon lime
honey bees, diastase
fructose, caramel
corn syrup, sugar cubes
no matter what, life’s sweet

[verse 2: mr. cash]
they begging for my new sh-t
life’s a b-tch with dry p-ssy and loose lips
chasing chips
new money and old kicks
straight bum sh-t
broads all next to me
used to pop them ecstasy’s
now it’s straight molly though
feedin’ drugs to these silly hoes
but really though, focused on a milli though
and these bars fill my soul, oh
i’d be k!llin’ sh-t, your girl probably feelin’ it
f-ck swag
b-tch i’ve been groovy spittin’ like ten uzi’s
my life’s a f-ckin’ movie
call it an epic drama
such a reflection of my mama
the world’s filled with un-loyal people and ?
yet they talk about it
do they live it?, i doubt it
all of these emcees liars
me and mozart snortin’ lines of carasine spittin’ fire
roll another, let’s get higher
higher

(hook: mr. cash)
roll that tree, sour d
r-o-g, let’s get high
roll a 5 i’m stoned in my zone b-tch leave me alone
poppin’ pills, chasin’ mills
f-ck that lame sh-t keep it real
i’m oj, all these motherf-ckin’ beats i k!ll
roll that tree, sour d
r-o-g, let’s get high
roll a 5, eat that p-ssy
make her squirt
she say that we put in work
smack her cheeks, beat her kitty
rub her feet
god d-mn life’s sweet

- mike mozart

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