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letra de breakfast - old man saxon

[intro]
kick it!
ba b-m b-m b-m
ba b-m b-m b-m
ba b-m b-m b-m

[verse 1]
mac addict pursuing a tax bracket
half–ss it, never be that static
back braggin’ like look at all the hoes you got
then hash tag it it’s magic ya’ fat b-st-rd
i rap on the track, blast it
relaxin’, i’m mt. shasta – blunted
see all the chips that these dudes racked up?
guess i gotta’ grind a little harder though
sippin’ up my starter cup
like where you n-gg-s trying to go?
cause i’m sick of this
lollygagging, hey i’m trying to be meticulous
y’all live life where the mission is
i don’t know what the specifics is
but, i know i gotta’ get this – so

[hook]
lord, give me a sign
so, i can relax tonight
so, i can relax tonight
what’s with all the pain?
is it in vain?
so, i can relax tonight?
so, i can relax
kick on back

[verse 2]
get paid for these raps
he looks shady, in fact
probably parading he sags
maybe insane with the yak
but, i’m the shiniest pearl with that mercedes in lax
i’m trying to travel the world, eat some arabian snacks
and maybe paddle ya’ girl
really? not much time for nut slime
gotta’ bust rhymes and cut lines
f-ck minds and unwind
couple of muskets
couple of musty deep cuss’ns
couple of f-ck-sh-ts to see whose leaves i’m rustlin’
baby, where you tryina’ go with that -ss?
name is old man if you really had to inquire
but i’m trying to milk souls if you want to know my past
come along with your tag but you really wouldn’t last
all the time i commit
finally it hits
whoops, there it goes
try me again
whoops, now we’re grown
then finally it ends
woulda been nice to know if it’s exciting to win
instead i’m feeling like

[hook]

[verse 3]
stay with it to making these safe digits
clay pigeons, it’s why they made isn’t it?
stay in it, n-gg-
i’m a grimer
paint pictures and workin’ while they fishin’
i needed to stay vicious
you can play with the fools
you see-through, over you’re eyes is wool
garnettin’, i’m debting, then going back to your rules
ain’t setting the direction, im waiting for fools to move
i’mma hit you with that sack sh-t
not my prerogative but that’s how life bottled it
i’m trying to hang with a baller b-tch
that wished i had a smaller d-ck
but that’s no reason just to call it quits
cuz if i’m all in it, my real n-gg-s will follow it
and when i’m balling in, we’ll develop a different tolerance
get a medal for getting all the chicks
push a pedal, they watchin’ all us dip, sniff
whatever the f-ck they callin’ it
cuz i’ll be up there one way or another, but
i’m gettin’ hounded by all of you lil’ bustas
and everybody just only want you to suffer and
and them pills they got control of your mother and
when you was down and no one wanted to touch ya
but imma prove it to all of you motherf-ckers but…
just the perils of being a brotha
perils of being a g

- old man saxon

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