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letra de get reckless (remix) - no limit creation

[intro: nlc]
i get reckless, so come and check this
and every time i hit the stage i leave ‘em breathless
so i’m gon’ let this, get so far outta control
i’ll leave the press turned on their heads, beggin’ for more

[verse 1: nlc]
every time i’m chillin’ out and i see a fine groupie, i tell her to come over here and check this
every time i look down, every time i get around, i realize i’m feelin’ h-lla reckless
i don’t start sh-t, but i’m heartless, you might be under the impression that i’m bad news
that’s true. thank you, for tellin’ everybody about all the things that i can do
and will do, i’ll k!ll you, with my mind on the music and the thoughts that i spill through
underground thunder clouds, yonder how the crowds will scream and they will move
i need to take a breather, every single time that i see her
i feel her in the air that i breathe, ‘cause she’s a believer
the beast is loose, the jesus juice, at least it’s truth that when i start it i can see it through
and yes i’m proud, i get so loud, and let them down when they see me choose
n0body’s, so sl-tty, like the trouble i’ve been in and out of on the daily
don’t save me, you can’t contain me, can’t betray me, n0body can do nothin’ but hate me
for all the right reasons, all seasons, once you know it, you can’t un-see them
so raise h-ll and blaze well and pray tell that when it all comes down you’ll get on top in the end
right here, right now, fight here for the high ground, stay and you’ll find out
lights out, i won’t pipe down, ‘cause i’ve found, the way to make ‘em all cry out:

[hook: nlc]
i get reckless, so come and check this
and every time i hit the stage i leave ‘em breathless
so i’m gon’ let this, get so far outta control
i’ll leave the press turned on their heads, beggin’ for more
i get reckless, so come and check this
and every time i hit the stage i leave ‘em breathless
so i’m gon’ let this, get so far outta control
i’ll leave the press turned on their heads, beggin’ for more

[verse 2: mark e]
now lemme break it down for you real fast, before i go shove my d-ck in your cl-t and your -ss, b-tch
i’ve been stabbin and k!llin stupid hoes before you could blow your nose, much less ten guys in a row
that time is over. i don’t give a f-ck anymore, no i don’t f-ckin bop
where the f-ck is the top of this can of d-cks you ripped off? so you can shove em in any f-ckin’ hole that you got
that’s not the decision i made, the incision i paid for. i guess i barely p-ssed
aw, swag (nlc: “f-ck swag!”). since when do you have cl-ss, if you walk in an alley and get raped in the -ss?
but that’s when i laugh and gag on the fact you can’t keep it in your pants for two god d-mn seconds
oh no i didn’t, oh yeah i did!
yeah, no
oh man, god d-mn! my plan was to grab the fans by their -ss and cram their decapitated heads in a bag
burn that sh-t with a f-g from a cigarette in hand from my main man nat who k!lls just as many bops as the next bad-ss f-ckin hammered motherf-ckin -ss slappin b-tch tappin top hattin’, clap fappin, gr-ss scratchin, hatch backin, hash packin f-ck!
well i guess i lost it somewhere back in the 151 where i started off from
f-ck yolo, swag, shove that hashtag so far up your -ss, you’ll be bleeding on my dash
when i stab you with some broken gl-ss, i bet you’re mad. when you get up from the gr-ss, try to attack me
and i’ll hit you back on the blacktop with a bat
where the b-tches at? i seem to have scared them away with my rap

[hook]

[verse 3: nlc]
reckless runners, adept to the, very idea of being a soul sinner in s-x and love
depravity strikes like gravity, pulling me down to the devil that i know i gotta have in me now
forbidden fruits, on the loose, like b-st-rd children of the demons that walk the earth
so let me in, dressed in sin, and spread this thin so we’ll never feel the hurt
what’s worse, blinded by l-st, or falsely in trust?
keep your head above the water and you’ll never drown, ‘cause there’ll never be no us
watch out for your thoughts now, don’t try to go and make a scene
mothaf-cka do you know what i mean? just start up the machine
and this reckless runner will never stop, turning the wheels that make sh-t run
and i’ll party ‘til the pants drop, won’t stop ‘til all of the groupies come
runnin’ through the doors, onto the floor, and the mosh pit comes alive
i’m not tryin’ to be snide; i just got nothin’ to hide
i’ll embrace this curse, ‘cause it could be worse, so i’ll make the best of what i have
cut and stab, into the status quo and h-ll below, i’ll drive you f-ckin’ mad
don’t even ask why i rap, or why i say what i have to say
just stay reckless every day. hey!

[hook]

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