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letra de soundbyte - nick weaver

(verse 1)
you don’t groove us, hard enough
you can’t move us, from the art of love
you carve us up, them words ain’t large enough
and from the stars where we jump, baby mars is up
i got enough time reading all the comment love
i got a racist -ss neighbor that i call like “f-ck you”
when i ride all around
with my windows rolled down
with the signature sound
you wanna argue bruh?
i roll, bb8
brotha lynch ebk
fdt all day
doomsday due date tba
sweet escape
through the sound waves
make the tv change
stephen king
couldn’t write a scarier media day
spooky
ugh, donald trump to donald putin
here’s a “f-ck you” from every angle like kama sutra
suited up, boots shoe shined, with bazooka
joe chewing while i serve stove top soup up
uh, don’t ever lit it simmer, so long it resembles something you ain’t never really meant for
uh, don’t ever let it sit pretending it’s nothing never been in the presence of what you went towards
uh, and be present because the president is coming with his medicine for mexicans and islam
uh, and we ain’t never been back pedaling from the love that we letting in you better get your sh-t strong
i said you better get your sh-t strong, yeah
i said you better get your sh-t strong, hey
i said you better get your sh-t strong, uh
at least for this one, go…

(chorus 2x)
uh huh, i know you play my sh-t loud right
go ahead listen up we bound to give your -ss a sound byte

uh huh, i know you play my sh-t loud right
go ahead listen up, okay, here comes the sound byte

(verse 2)
come here you hate filled
ugly pig faced will
no longer spill your heart because you can’t sit still
this will
k!ll you eventually you just been spinning like a wind mill
ishmael or david, or brother john
you misbehaving you got your colors wrong
switch the shade up
turn the light switch off see what you made of
this ain’t your mother pslam’s
throw your prayers to the almighty
all sides raised up, and we all fighting
we politely decline
to seek your side’s shine
separate the state of hate from our kinda mind
segregated only from the snake sh-t
never jaded cuz we living faithless
never made it from the prison gates inside your mind
but somehow you swear that prayer gonna make you sacred
hmm, i dunno how that works
i made a life’s worth not mincing words
i kept my feet on the ground so long it hurts
that i know i’m bound to rise even if i sink first
even if i sink first, even if i sink first
i said i know i’m bound to rise even if i sink first
f-ck it, let’s go to church…

(chorus 4x)

- nick weaver

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