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letra de triple six - nick weaver

the man in the driver seat, with high raised eye brows/2012 mercedes, finger rings, and a lifestyle/hit me with your disc dip in this whip we play this right now/that bright smile/enticing me saying he just likes my sound/my town, he asks where it is, i tell him home/my pride on my hat he utters leave that sh-t alone/you in the land of gold now son, i know you a no namer/i’mma get you so famous/they gonna know your name in every single location/you could own estate state/full bank statements like you straight control the nation/i said no thank you, he said thank me later homie please/pulled out a contract with a pen so wet that it ink bleed/so cross your t, and dot your i’s /i saw his eyes glimmer/amongst the glamour and the glitz and lost demised sinners/i hypothesized for minutes and hopped up about his benz/slammed his door, as he screamed out “until we meet again”…

the lady with the sneer, smiling as a veil/eyes wide open, dark pupils and she’s pale/drops by the studio, and she’s always at my shows/like a ghost, she floats through every image that i’ve known/i seen her across the room, i couldn’t stop staring/i walked over to her she says hi i like your lyrics/i said thank you, i’m sorry but my face is soaked with sweat/and gotta dip in a sec to let my dj load the decks/she said good, just don’t get misunderstood/i’m in santa monica, culver city, and hollywood/you prolly could find me anywhere in whatever neighborhood/cuz you’ve been chasing me as long as your -ss can stand afoot/a nd she grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh said take this/a slip of paper, 401-5 triple 6/what’s area code i asked/and she laughed/said until we meet again you’ll have to see where i’m at…

now i’m walking down the ave/headphones on blast/familiar car pulls up slow and rolls on past/see the dark benz emblem/2 faces in the front with a resemblance/finger rings on the steering wheel can’t remember/where it was and then it hit me/i said f-ck it and i dipped in/the coffee shop and as i crack the door somebody’s sittin/in the corner, the door shuts and i hear the lock cl!ck in/turn around and this b-tch is standing behind me eyes vicious/said remember me from sunset/why haven’t you called yet?/before i can respond, i feel cold metal on my neck/turn around the man is holding the contract, remember this/your bank account is bullsh-t, them zeros added like a list/your hits they never came, your album was dope but never caught flame/this is the only way for you to reach the fame/those b-tches you’ve been chasing are embodied in this dame/this is the money, the videos, and those images proclaimed/his ringed finger points down to the line/said f-ck no, i’m fine/he said you’ll spend your life here if you don’t sign/i said i can leave right now all i gotta do is drive/my civic up i-5 and fly north to escape this demise/goodbye hollywood, fake c-ck sucking star searchers/suck the soul out my f-cking life til i get heart murmors/putting bands as brands, musicians as objects/facebook likes, instagram, twitter followers/fast buck, fat f-cks, triple six in disguise/i lived once, but i meet the devil a million times/fast buck, fat f-cks, triple six in disguise/i lived once, but i meet the devil a million times…

now i’m the man up in the driver seat, eye brows never raisin/i’ve found the occasion/that i rise now and i say this/since 5 pounds as a baby/wouldn’t lie down in a cradle/wouldn’t take no for no answer, will not die now in this same booth/that i write down an escape route/these lines i found are my angels/these cl!cks around me are the same dudes/that block me off when devils came through/360 degrees see the same view/plain fools chasin’ basic b-tches/real men do the money and the math, let it stack, and add, and start chasin’ women/don’t really know when the pace just switched/don’t even know how i got here/woke up half dead on that same ol’ drain-o sh-t then i just saw a lot clear/keep my mom and my pop near/my brothers with me/my lover’s with me/i got angels, i got demons, you can tell the devils they can come and get me

i’m waitin, waitin
strapped and ready for satan

man i’m patient, pacin
all these devils got different faces

man i’m waitin, waitin
strapped and ready for satan

man i’m waitin, waitin
strapped and ready for satan
man i’m waitin…

- nick weaver

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