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letra de los skanless dreamin' - nantes

(verse 1)
هذه اللوحة يجب أن تذهب, f-ck
i sleep soft in the night, dreamin’ of b-tches
before i wake in the mornin’, just know i’m stashin’ my feelings
in the dark of the early hours when i get no rest
eyes blood shot red, i dream of murder and s-x
i dream of life without freedom
somethin like what i’m livin’
my queen just want love but i’m too damaged to give it
so i lay on my side, facin’ the darkness that callin’
but the service is bad, voices are warbled and strange
distempered portraits of anguish from the la streets that laid scars on her psyche
and now i’m callin’ her name but i’m trapped in a cycle of choosin’ my queen or a b-tch
or chasin’ these dollars or hittin’ this l!ck (let’s get it)

(hook)
yea
neck frozen, beat the charge on god
kuz guess what?
that n-gga dead
neck frozen, beat the charge on god
kuz guess what? (oh)
that n-gga dead

(verse 2)
might leave the city in a hurry if you desperate for some peace
tired of n-ggas flippin’ chickens in your kitchen wit a piece
coveting coupe devilles and regals wit the returns for the sequels
babies cryin’, women runnin’, n-ggas dyin’, these our kin
so if my address in the bity, imma stay and help them
extend a hand toward a man wit a blade behind his back
he sport a smile as he slash
blood paintin’ my shoes, shirt riddled wit slugs
children sn-tchin’ my jewels
robbin peter to pay paul then pistol pete up heat
i was tryna sleep, eyes fixed on the face of my queen
she said baby, you need rest you been static all week
tears set in my eyes kuz i know i’m too weak
can’t see a way to maintain, make everything peak
she replied do whatever you wanna, baby i know that you got it
just please be careful in these skanless ass streets
get some rest baby boy
just dream don’t sleep
(hook)
neck frozen, beat the charge on god (neck is frozen)
kuz guess what?
that n-gga dead (oh. oh, oh)
neck frozen, beat the charge on god
kuz guess what?
that n-gga dead (he is dead)
hit the court like i ain’t did the murder
i ain’t did the murder (we yea, we yea, we yay)
stash the m-th-f-ckin’ burner, he dead
hit the court like i ain’t did the murder
(i ain’t did the murder)
stash the m-th-f-ckin’ burner kuz he dead, n-gga

“….i never really slept much, anyway. but i mean i—i guess my thoughts always kept me u, anyway. you ever been so angry, you know angry, you just wanna destroy somethin’? that’s what it is. only a couple things can get me outta–it’s like makin’ art, talkin to my brother or best friend or skatin’..”

- nantes

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