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letra de long summer. - nic the poet

gimme my money
i just want my money

all those days and nights that i stayed awake just so i could stay up, i fell down
all those days and nights i thought it was ok to breathe, i dreamed i choked out
all those days and nights i swore to stay and fight i realized that i had no vows
so all these rays of light are like kryptonite and i might go blind with no sound
it’s time to speak up, tired of getting beat up, and thrown around, let’s fuck these streets up it’s time to re-up, put my feet up
martin and gina, with better features, no mona lisa, evil kenevil and jaques the reaper
the pain relievers, i miss christina, back when she was aguilera before the diva
lisa, i miss the different world of lovely creatures
but the secret to life is to live like you a heathen
without pissing off the one, who knows your weakness
don’t do what i did, wishing i kept it private, but i lost two important lives, felt like i was dying
i should’ve died then, right in the backseat with my gin, no yin
all of this surrounded by a hen that wasn’t exhalting him
i made the mistake of trusting a fake, you whore, i should’ve made you what you are, a fucking lame
in dyer pain, agony through my veins
and this is a shame that this is a weight i carry everyday but
you live and you learn, some bridges get burned, some tables get turned, money is lost when it’s earned, you get no returns
your highs and your lows, they come and they go, like hoes that you know, showed up to your shows, looking for dough
that b-tch is for show, she sniffing for c-ke, she sniffing for dope game, blow up like propane, want you to explode
but then you don’t give up, just let her stay starstruck, hope you sirens hear me like starbucks, you getting no love

all my long summers be like
shit

i wish you were here right now
so that you could hear me now

all my long summers be like
all my long summers be like
all my long summers be like

forget the presses, forget the lessons, forget my section
remember blessings, unholy heavens, it’s all temporary, an idle message
is soon to catch it, hang on dear reverend, your time is destined
you ain’t no greater, than these remainders, you no creator
you fucked your favors, rewind this later
you still a stranger, that’s stranger danger
do me a favor, recall your prayer, then call your tailor
tell him your waver, young kitty chasers, i fucking hate ya

i wish you were here right now
so that you could hear me now
hear me now?!

- nic the poet

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