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letra de hennessy - nkalis

think about the past ey
all i’ve ever passed was the rim of my ashtray
lying was my best trait
to parents or to state payed
agencies about unpaid
paperwork or pay dates

but i remember beyblades
and the whole days based on play dates
in the bas-m-nt for the big sp-ce
where we chased dave through the whole room with a toy mace

then my first js
and my first drink
and the herbs bigger than the girls thing
with the weed always on the the good sh-t
and the ganja never judge a fat kid

we so d-mn quick to jump the gun
everybody run ey everybody run
from the gun their pointing at your legs out of fun
everybody’s part of the trigger finger scum

every now and then i picture people at their best
snap back with the hennessy my people on the gas
laid back with no jealousy no evil f-ck the past
way back with no enemies no pain in my ass ey
never off the grass ey
taking out the trash ey
eyes half shut
roll a blunt on a banshee
hope the people of tomorrow staying friendly
catching idiots with a smile and some candy
and i’m an idiot like the rest
head’s in my hands like an idiot at the desk
cash saved up and i blew it on the hash
same d-mn choice seems the make it through the past

same problem through my whole life
used to talk about em through the whole night
with a pillow back then low life
then a pill popped changed a cold night
man it could’ve ended on a cold night
on the steep road outside hillside
in a cheap ride almost capsized
and the gangs dead brother gas light

no clue what the news do to the kids right out of preschool
like the whole world’s just a sh-t show
with the budget cut and cheap crew

but hey we got drama
crime marijuana
but time’s worth nothing when you’re running from a gunner

every now and then i picture people at their best
snap back with the hennessy my people on the gas
laid back with no jealousy no evil f-ck the past
way back with no enemies no pain in my ass ey
never off the grass ey
taking out the trash ey
eyes half shut
roll a blunt on a banshee
hope the people of tomorrow staying friendly
catching idiots with a smile and some candy
everybody lonely
everybody call me
always too stoned in my house with my homies
always get a nosebleed
cocaine cut with the stretch ain’t for me
everybody haunt me
everybody lonely
everybody call me
always too stoned in my house with my homies
always get a nosebleed
cocaine cut with the stretch
ain’t for me

- nkalis

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