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letra de sprouting - mr. white

[verse: mr. white]
i’m incorrigible. i’m soulful
i’m high dude. that’s old news
the “new me” is rapping so d-mn intangible
viejo white just checked the time and wondered where the past go
looking in the present, like i’m sneaking peaks on christmas
i said i wanted peace and love, but p-ssy’s on the wishlist
a fist of cannabis, grab a danimals, make it delicious
but first i’m spitting rhymes so i can afford to wash my dishes
i’m not rich in dollars, but in rhymes i am equivalent
to bill gates, that’s why i brag about my riches, fishing
for no compliments, compliments of my mama
she told me do me, and not to worry bout a dollar
i’m working so tomorrow, i swallow some mcdonalds
i vomit up some vodka, they calling me jack daniels
and scrambled eggs, on pavement my block was too hot
moved to the condo, the pool was my spot
scrawny kid, picking fights with bigger kids
thinking “wait who can i kid” and kicked em in the future kids
sh-t i’m not a d-ck, but i get l!cked, when rapping
i get gripped by fashion, i make these hits happen, no fappin’
i’m relaxing with a cold one, acting like i earned it
dipping in mama’s bank account, hoping she doesn’t notice
needed a bag of goodies, so put in some extra chorse’s
a dub a day keep the blues away, so how can i ignore it?
floor it
driving from the blue and whites, we scored it
keeping grams on lock, no key, my closet was a h–rding
broke the screen on my window, left the door open she snoring
hope she don’t stumble upon this recording
so close to -sses in a boarding
bread and b-tter school and uniforming
man i’m thinking about how we
never could get a d-mn single released
now we’re on the street, acting up like we got leased
so if i die tonight don’t weep…
choking on pennies and nickels in pre
made me the f-cker i’m cracked up to be
napping out hangovers up in the tree, house
can’t wake until the parents are out
they’re doing jobs, like we ever worried about that louse
we run the world like ‘thrillhouse’
don’t get c-cky, that cat and mouse
wanna know what all this noise is about?
put a vent in your mind, let that grind out
i put in work but unemployed, i call it ‘grindhouse’
because i’m making payment without even leaving the d-mn house

- mr white

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