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letra de take it to the grave - ozzy apollo

[verse 1]
aye
started as the mothaf-cka with n-body
never trust a soul so i catch a body
leaving me alone when i grip the shotty
hit ya dotty
red dotty
still yellin out free bobby
only lord knows what i
yeah
only lord knows what i been through
sin through
if i gotta be blunt, then i gotta hit two
win too
momma i don’t know what i got into
don’t know why i’m taking this advantage
guess it gotta be the money made me savage
yeah
i guess it gotta be the healin caused by all this damage
and i guess it gotta be the free sh-t that i gotta manage
sheesh!
oo! blowing on chief
keep it on lock and that’s word to big meech
always keepin the gr-ss cut, tryna come up on me
man im cold like nebraska when the heat is on me
met a fake b-tch and i ain’t talking bout madea
f-ckin with miami women have you doin brujeria, homie
talkin día día homie
man i’m talkin dump the holy water get to sip sangria, homie
i told em let go what they hope from us
i love my girl but this casket ain’t big enough for the both of us
and i ain’t the type to save
hit a fade
i’m a slave to the pain and i’ll take it to the grave

[chorus]
guess i’ll just take it to grave/
f-ck all the souls that i gotta save/
[x3]

guess i’ll just take it to grave
[x3]

[verse 2]
know a couple homies gotta keep it in their socks
and i been f-cking dead, i just think outside the box
movin as a lone wolf flippin up stocks
smokin out a phone book dodging out the ops
smokin through the contact
in a compact
check the contrast
independent mothaf-ckas never really fiending for a contract
it’s on that
f-ck the woman of my dreams, i done really grew up an insomniac
f-ckin on cubanas
ridin with a lil mama lil havana got me a scholar
always keep her fangs dug deep behind my collar
my forbidden fruit residual headin to my cabana
makin me forget all the struggle that i done honored
then she heat up infront on me like sittin in benihanas
trippin off baby mommas
fiending for my past cuz my word isn’t any armor
i call her but no me llama
talkin bout the future the problems that never harm her
i just need a b-tch who gon eat all my heart out like jeffrey dahmer
smile through all the secrets i’m comin up in my cama
and we never f-ckin stop im addicted to all the commas
marijuana fragrance calmer pickin up nirvana
hit it farther boutta gotta i’m comin but never wander
yeah
never really fiending for the fragrance
just know that i see through all the fake sh-t/

- ozzy apollo

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