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letra de flower child - nogardkrad

[verse 1: deception]
hair up in the breeze
i’m with the supaslats
smoke up in the air we off that cali pack
lil mama want me i can tell she mad
i only want my money f-ck the p-ssy cat
strain so far from home like we’re the f-ck i’m at
i’m crusin in the beater with the beamer and i need some cash
yeah, yeah, yeah i might relapse
yeah, yeah, yeah i might relapse
look within myself i see a drowning man
cryin out for help but never reach for hands
they don’t understand
they don’t understand me
they don’t understand me
ya
sick to my f-ckin stomach
need some robitussin
f-ck the culture and this hussel
it all leads to nothin
wanna be a better person
cause i need the karma
f-ck this never-ending struggle
i just wanna find my way out
days out in the sun
we bring the case out
laced up i rep my city that’s the t town
hold up yeah you know i got the k out
yes sir all my problems out the way now
[verse 2: nogardkrad]
ya
my problem back then was i actually
thought of us as each other’s property
i did anythin you’d ask of me
call me, i’ll be there in 15
like a f-ckin loyal puppy (bark)
time to rub the belly
sh-t when did we think we might have a baby
or when we thought you to be
three weeks past your monthly bl–dy mary
pass me another drink while i stare at my reflection
confessions to the man in the mirror causin regression
mixed with six bottles of jameson
to help ease the depression
when i start spittin
motherf-ckers start gagin and chockin
like a side chick suckin my d-ck
like it’s got the taste of a fruit basket
my sh-ts stupid bananas it’s no secret
charles would even call it a gift
the names manson so here ya go have some cid
sh-t i don’t think that’s what he meant by gifts
i just wish i had a b-tch (uhh)
to say hey bay bay let it rip (beyblade)
i just wanna eat some acid
while outta town on a trip
ima be bad attack the mic
my lines be so tight son (tyson)
but trust me when i say you don’t know jack, son (jackson)
i get it your only in this sh-t for fun
so let me show you why my sh-t radiates heat equal to the sun
codenames evil i’m not the kid next door i’m number one
so keep suckin on the mic like a lollipop dumb dumbs
always stayin comfortably numb
i guess i am the drummer boy run up a bum bum
[verse 3: e.d.i.]
call me wonka man
but f-ck the factory
and if you want the tea
come on a tour with me
remember enjoyin things
party’s and limousines
that’s just the only thing
keepin the seal on my stitches clean
but f-ck the old me
i wanna show people
a world without the greed
but just a little green
and when we run out man
we never smoke the seeds
just tryna further our careers
as the new g’s

- nogardkrad

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