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letra de another spooky beat - n-game

yuh
maybe i just wanna
get some sh-t off my chest
maybe i just wanna try to feel something
not so
not so angry man like
like who even f-ckin knows
sh-t
(why are you so angry)

uhh
from the pain that the grief could swallow
couldn’t breathe
cause my brain couldn’t leak till my top broke
freak type of macho
scream with my eyes closed
demons in my hands
for the sake of that snot nose
but this that mild boys anthem
was feeling sick and now i’m p-ssing out a tantrum
scandalous with the hands rightfully
right hand boutta act spitefully
watch the time piece
tick tick
still it never seem to grip
these gorillas on my limp d-ck
little do they know a f-cking big fish
when they meet one
get my fix with my kingpins
hit a l!ck then i’m off to the brink
cuff my nuts cause they taught me to sing
but he flaunt getting lost in the green
off white in your ears disagree
in your brain with the seeds
shouldn’t take it from me
game is baked for a week straight
only peep game when he need cake
family tree boutta meet fate
for the rest ima need mace
that’s my free therapy he a cheapskate
that’s my free therapy plus a three way
sh-t maybe not yet but a motherf-cker praying
i bring this b-tch to her knees so please stop playing
uh
yuh
maybe i just wanna
get some sh-t off my chest
maybe i just wanna try to feel something
not so
not so angry man like
like who even f-ckin knows
sh-t
(why are you so angry)

uh
reach to the back of my throat for the conscience
grease in the back of her throat from a godsend
freeze in the bag now i pray i can stop it
modest
brakes in your t–th not my problem
we moshing to gotham
crooks with the posse
i’m batman and robin
you can’t feel the top when the top off the noggin
shot after shot turn the game to a prophet
brain into wallet
she taste on my c-ckpit
gridlock pitstops
freedom into knowledge
beat the beat
till the people feel dishonored
make my ego feel improper
you’d think the hertz was dishonest
you’d think the work was the problem
you’d be the first to the guala
guess we all run outta options

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