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letra de oxygen - 愛the blxck sinatra死

i’m feeling i’m feeling myself
i’m smoking good weed for my health
got haverly gone off the ganja
i feed the whole team share the wealth
i’m feeling i’m feeling myself
i’m feeling i’m feeling myself
i’m feeling i’m feeling myself
i’m feeling i’m feeling myself
i’m feeling i’m feeling myself
i’m smoking good weed for my health
got haverly gone off the ganja
i feed the whole team share the wealth

lately i been drinking just to feel something
my baby know she f-cking with a real one
and y’all not understanding what i been through
just to turn up at these mother f-cking venues
they ask me if its all that i expected
always been the n-gga they rejected
smoking with my n-ggas from the west end
calls to my mamma gotta check in

back then we was all rocking old school sh-t
flat top fades momma h-lla mad cus i set my ways
n-ggas still mad they never matched my pace
i could die tomorrow never match my grace
tears from the years still wet my face
still with the peers of my high school days
funny how we all came such a long way
funny when they tell us that we went the wrong way
god dammit they don’t understand it
i’m tryna be the rock but they taking me for granted
get so high that i’m on another planet
you could do whatever just depends on how you plan it
i always been on the outside tryna look in
couldn’t trust a lot of mother f-ckers they was crooked
fake -ss people something i could write a book in
but if they think i give a f-ck about them they mistook my

smile for an invitation i been stressed need some ventilation
hit up haverly we smoking then it’s penetration
funny how i feel at home in another nation
less than a hundred years back was segregation
but’s lit right? roll a blunt gotta get high
take a pill just to get right and some times i wanna slit my

let me breathe
i gotta breathe
just let me breathe
man i gotta breathe
i need that

oxygen/ i never reload on my ego that is not my friend/ they say the measure of the man is what you got within / i hate when b-tches runn they mouth steady gossiping about me/ things i see / who i am/ let me be / please f-ck off/ i don’t need/ none of that sh-t y’all are not on my speed / we can’t ball together cus you not in my league/ and life was never easy so it’s hard to find peace / chilling in j-pan n-gga you can find me / came a long way from living where the crime be/ and i’m trying here / and they buying here/ and it’s funny when i know somebody lying here / f-ck america you know it’s n-ggas dying here/ and i’m just really tryna keep myself from dying here/

let me breathe i gotta breathe

- 愛the blxck sinatra死

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