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letra de the cauldron - mr. muthafuckin exquire

[verse 1]
beer goggles, fear nada
my tears dry slow
used to stay up ’til 1am
just to watch the apollo
used to be scared to sleep
my mother might be dead when i woke
reminiscin’, heavy visions
gave me chills while i wrote
parasuco’s, late night
ironing my school clothes
cut party, bumpin’ next
“baby getting’ too close”
we was only humpin’
i was suckin’ t-tties then
then sh-t got serious
all my n-ggas hustlin’
i was broke as f-ck
my best friend was gettin’ money
2.5 had the porsche
the gs, we was stuntin’
played my little songs in his range
we was frontin’
young, totin’ guns just for fun
never bust ’em
hypnotic and hennessy
enemies, we jumped them
rumbling in the jungle
while we stumblin’
wondering, what we done
to become hunted
jumped in the devil’s cauldron
with the dumplings
from then, my only function been malfunction
(rhythmic gibberish)

[sample]

[verse 2]
my d-ck floatin’ in the bubble bath
plottin’ out my future
reflectin’ on my past
livin’ the now, cause the now is perfect
you can’t spoil now
the just then, she took off her towel
gave me head like she worship me
like we was married in a past life
like she was readin’ me my last rites
gift and a curse, it’s your worst
usurped in inertia
your persistent peril
to quench your thirst for nirvana
condoms and sewer water, filled with regrets
i moved and put no furniture in my crib
suffocated by my success
my destiny sweats
skewing my vision, ?
fuel my indecision
i ain’t dissin’, i’m just venting
f-ck that n-gga
that whole sh-t was my fault
for deferring from my mission
tell my n-ggas, never count my money
tell these leechin’ -ss b-tches
stay the f-ck from me
tell my ogs i love them
never doubt my judgement
i got some things in my head
that i can’t discuss with them
and that’s hard
bombarded by bombs
they can blow your -ss apart
my moms got cancer, told me when i got off tour
and it put in perspective what was most important
with ’em chasin’
the f-ckin’ ? that i’m caught in
deals with satan
the same sh-t i was avoiding
became the same sh-t i turned around and deemed important
i need my soul
badly eatin’ at my sanity
my inner sanctum’s being sacrificed for vanity
see, i’m forgettin’ who i am
or who i planned to be
and all my n-ggas ain’t no help
they just as scared as me
remember ‘fore ?, swore we’d never change, y’all
now we all afraid to talk
but got the same thoughts
perplexin’ how you can have everything you want
but at the same time have nothin’ at all
i don’t need n0body’s approval

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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