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letra de lucid dream - nocando

[hook: piatra hawkins]
my life’s a lucid dream
i might just lose, myself in the sea
my life’s a lucid dream
i might just lose, myself in the sea

[verse 1: nocando]
this here is a smile with a tear
camel turkish golds and a 6-pack a beer
bittersweet nothings whispered in your girls ear
heartbreak and true love all in the same year
high off of life, with a sense of purpose
drunk off power with a pistol on my person
the lord is my shepard, sometimes i’m a lamb
devil’s on my shoulder, n0body gives a d-mn
i’m on the ipod bumping 93′ til infinity
20 pounds of dope in the late 90’s infinity
look at what the motherf-ckin’ rap game did to me
got me makin’ short stops like i was coaching little league
mind on my money am i lying, not literally
don’t give a f-ck when they throw me p-ssy in italy
i’m m.o.b. son of a single mother
like almost every other motherf-cker
trying to fit in like a undercover
but i bought a couple hundred rubbers
because it’s something that i just discovered
life’s a promiscuous b-tch and i love to love her
dirty dancin’ with death, fast to feed the hunger
yeah, i had a dream and it was strange mane
i was workin’ on a chain gang
my inner child called me by slave name
he said, “you think you different? you ain’t changed james.”
i looked down and saw a cutting board
my reflection was a bl–dy sword
i told that boy
“if i was who i was before, then what in god’s name would you ever have to come here for?”

[bridge: piatra hawkins]
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yay
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yay
do-do-do-da-da, do-do-do-do-da
da-da-day, da-da-day, da-da-day

[verse 2: nocando]
nah, i don’t do psychedelics
i just love life so much that my wife gets jealous
i treat my friends and family like christs relics
i’ve waited tables, mopped floors and sliced some melons
been all around the world, i feel like magellan
i need fake n-gga actin’ nice repellant
nah, i never popped a molly
not when i was lampin in that cabana in bali
and that sh-t’s as real as anything you’ve seen from dalí
to a kid from the hood, makin money off a hobbies
wish i could be as pacifistic as maybe gandhi
you motherf-ckers crossin’ me and it got me feelin’ [?]
cleanliness is godliness and god knows i’m not godly
if at all it’s like 5% probably, oh gee golly
i spent a 3 day weekend in the slammer
and slept above this smoker that spoke with perfect grammar
we both spoke of dad’s, i said mine had died of cancer
said he saw his mammy k!ll his pappy wit a hammer
he used to be fly and dress way more dapper
got a wife that he loves and right now can’t have her
he asked me what i do, i said that i am a rapper
he sad don’t trade your loved ones for all the glitz and glamor

[hook: piatra hawkins]

- nocando

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