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letra de prom son!g - nudist beach

[part 1: sunkidd]
little boy in 2010
never thought i’d be a man
learnt a lot, fought
was brought up and now look where i am
stubby beard, lear
mad in the urban jungle
armpit on the other end
let it down like rapunzel
casted as a cl-ss clown
p-ssed down from the uncle
fart smelly gas brown
with the surround sound stereo
put your hands up like it’s playing car radio
hands up, hands up
why n0body hands up?
everybody get get down
i’m blasting off a jet pack now
searching for the next best thing to god
seems like it’s on the ground
i thought the world looks better from above
but in sp-ce there’s no sound
you’ll find that all you see around
is just the night and jet black clouds
everybody board the school bus
two doors no cinema
look at all the kids in the backseat
never need to think about a taxi
look at all the kids in the backseat
never need to think about a taxi
a taxi
no taxi
just the backseat

[part 2: moonboi]
all flow no syllables
done with the cipher, now you rhyming individual
paid the pied piper no cheque no residual
late-night talk show lower them decibels
now you alone
back of the alley
with a knife in your neck
from me and my lackeys
get mad stacks using land or labour
’cause the law of the land is to get to the paper
经典说唱，写的歌词让我变成个傻瓜
茶米油盐刀枪棍棒油条包子麻花
got a couple more bad tricks
moneyball brad pitt fight club with this mad spit
and i always eat ’til i’m bloated
but a gluten-free soul got me floatin’ through the traffic
too much acid in my stomach
gotta pop xantax get saved by the chem facts
everybody dressed up creme fresh
whole clique looking like they tighter than spandex
poppin’ prego, pour out all the tomato
sprinkle holy mozzarella on that pasta with alfredo
now i’m cooking in the kitchen while my mama play pokeno
and the whole crib looking mafia, papa al pacino

[part 3]
[verse 1: moonboi]
this is verbal diarrhoea
i just took some rap laxatives
my brain disappearing
like a rabbit in a magic trick
i don’t wanna know
what you heard or what they told you
it’s hard to tell a lie
on a beat this soulful
forrest gump, mama said
“life is like a box of c-ckroaches”
never know when you’re gonna step on one
and all them pretty boys
and their pocket full of memes
with their hair sl!ck back
wanna cut the tall trees

if you’re hype now do a backflip
it’s your last day on this bad trip
corny -ss raps ‘fore the airport
boy you better get what you ask for
i’m a punchline 6 years in the making
and my ego told me “one day you’ll be famous”
meet kanye let the whole world say
that the boy on the moon is the greatest
my buddy sunkidd with the br–ststroke
you better stand up for this last joke
we in the backseat doing mad c0ke

[dialogue: moonboi]
…then police sirens

[verse 2: sunkidd]
i see happy places, happy faces
all the sweets i’ve ever tasted

nothing comes close
i’ll never waste this waist tie
in the swimming pool
trudging through the end of school

now the end seems near
now everything seems clear

put on our suits on
we’re try’na get our grooves on
put on our make up
try’na act like grown ups
but i guess we never grow up can we
and i guess i don’t know what i can be

lawyer, doctor, architect
so do i sing or do i act?
do i moo or do i quack

[pre-chorus: sunkidd]
for the rest of my life
when i pack up my bags and leave here tonight
when i’m lonely and sad
you’ll remember me right?

i guess i’ll be famous so i ain’t hard to find
i’ll be right by your side
till 3005

[chorus: sunkidd]
hold up
time you’re moving too fast
hold up
time you’re moving too fast

hold up
time you’re moving too fast
hold up
time you’re moving too fast

hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[outro: moonboi, sunkidd]
look at all the kids in the backseat
look at all the kids in the backseat
(repeat ∞)

- nudist beach

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