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letra de time & problems - mir blackwell

[intro: mir blackwell]
bruh, i got that day be a good day, my f-cking song, that sh-t, and i’m not hip, but look, uh

[verse 1: deku (mir blackwell)]
music where my time and all my problems go
i’d rather write a line than let that sh-t stay on my mind some more
that money pouring in from all directions, that’s my kinda flow
the only time it stop is when they asking where the commas go
shawty on my line like i ain’t ever drop a dime before
shawty on my line like that sh-t ever stopped the grind before
n-ggas out here hating like he never quoted linеs before
n-ggas out herе hating like i never wrote his
they don’t need to know about the lines that i gave to these n-ggas
young durag, they forgot, i’m the waviest n-gga
let the music talk, i got nothing to say to these n-ggas
but my only tune is the tool when i play with these triggers
five to his face like i’m beerus, leave without a trace
left ’em as a spirit, bro, i swear it, this sh-t not a wraith
filling up my pockets off these words ’till i’m out of sp-ce
and my nina hope, it can send these nerds to outer sp-ce
yuh, and your rollie built like slenderman, it came without a face
my n-ggas gon’ win until the trophy case is outta sp-ce
my n-ggas gon’ win ’till the guinness book is outta sp-ce
[verse 2: all might (diggz da prophecy)]
i’m out of sp-ce, i hit the bar for the next line
then i’m outer sp-ce with how i plan it, got the best lines
they stay sleeping, well, i’m guessing that it’s bedtime
i’m fighting for my sons, i’m fishing tiger on the red line
they steady hating, i’m like why not?
never in rotation, but i’m creeping through the blind spot
they be really bothered, you ain’t even in my time slot
it’s heat when i envision every single like a cyclops
i’m never sweating like i love pressure
with every word i capture hearts, guess i’m a love letter
i only do the most, i never does lesser
they sub tweeting, but i really like the dub better
from the land hidden in the bars
and mostly, i be chilling, i ain’t beat to be a star
they only reaching, i don’t say it to be rude
i’m eating up the beats, it’s like i’m playing with my food

[verse 3: deku (mir blackwell)]
and i don’t say it to be rude, but if we beefing, then it’s f-ck you n-ggas
the way we scheming, raging demon uppercutting n-ggas
i can never buy son’s story, i don’t trust you n-ggas
big rounds hit like a hadouken when i touch the trigger
shawty tried to tell me drop the d, got something in the leer
mario, the way i lay the pipe, i’m dunking with no f-air
this the type of flow that make ’em mad when i disappear
[verse 4: all might (diggz da prophecy)]
this the type of flow that make ’em mad when i reappear
let’s get it clear, i be blacking, that’s my haki
leave ’em iced with the stick, we ain’t playing hockey
copying the sauce, see, the haters tryna mock me
i start a smooth talker, next sec i’m inumaki
uh, i’m eating pocky cause i ran out of tea to sip
diggz be h-lla wavy, but it’s crazy how i keep it lit
ai with the practice, you can keep it, i don’t need the sh-t
breaking out the sh-lls, now i’m really on some frieza sh-t
i can’t believe this sh-t, they all up in my mentions
can’t control the times, always changing, call it ben ten
bringing all my homies, need five? i’mma send ten
and i got some fans in the back, i’m on my tenten

[verse 5: deku (mir blackwell)]
my left wrist really frigid, my digits, i love to count
i f-ck a b-tch like bow wow, she rolling over to bounce
my name known on accounts that it hold more than an ounce
i need four five like a western and four doors as a mount
i need the rest of the hoes, i need all the b-tches around
i’m jigglypuffing for sure, that mean all the b-tches be down
tall b-tches get crowns, and small b-tches that’s round
the chips never go down, so i’m all in it for now
i’m all business for now, i’m getting my dollars up
i told your b-tch it was pay day, she came in to swallow nuts
i’m hanging around with dons who be keeping the hollows tucked
so i tell n-ggas to listen, if he hear hollows, then duck
[outro: diggz da prophecy]
i know motherf-ckers gon’ hate that simping, like wait, did that motherf-cker say he on his tenten, that useless ass b-tch? what the f-ck? uh huh!

- mir blackwell

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