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letra de sorry carly, i just really like this sax line - patricia taxxon

first things first
i’ma say all the words inside my head
i’m fired up and tired of
the way that things have been, oh-ooh
the way that things have been, oh-ooh
the way that things

second thing second
don’t you tell me what you think that i could be
i’m the one at the sail
i’m the master of my sea, oh-ooh
the master of my sea, oh-ooh
the master of my

i was broken from a young age
taking my sulkin’ to the masses
writing my poems for the few
that look at me, took to me, shook at me, feelin’ me
singing from heartache from the pain
taking my message from the veins
speaking my lesson from the brain
seeing the beauty through the…

raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, she a thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’, n-gga (hey)
i don’t trust n0body, grip the trigger (n0body)
call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang)
cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (blaow)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (grrah)
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (dope)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (glah)

my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (blaow)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (grrah)
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (dope)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (glah)
(rackaids on rackaids (racks), got back-ends on back-ends
i’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
courtside with a bad b-tch (b-tch)
then i send the b-tch through uber (go)
beat the ho walls loose (hey)
hop in the frog, whoo (skrrt)
rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
so my money makin’ my back ache (aagh))
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (blaow)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (grrah)
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (dope)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (glah)
(they hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
fat cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
two b-tches, just national smash day (smash)
yeah, my diamond’s a choker (glah)
holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie))

my b-tch is bad and bougie…

third things third
send a prayer to the ones up above
all the hate that you’ve heard
has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh
your spirit up above, oh, -bove, oh, -bove, oh

i was chokin’ in the crowd
building my rain up in the cloud
falling like ashes to the ground
hoping my feelings, they would drown
but they never did, ever lived, ebbin’ and flowin’
inhibited, limited ’til it broke open and rained down
it rained down, like…
third things third…

i could be driving you all night
and i’ll find your lips in the streetlights
i wanna be there with you, ooh

i could be driving you all night…

sail

baby
pain
you made me a, you made me a
believer, believer
baby
pain
you break me down and build me up
believer, believer
sail
baby
pain! oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
my life, my love, my drive, it came from…
baby
pain
you made me a, you made me a
believer, believer
sail

baby
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (blaow)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (grrah)
baby
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (dope)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (glah)
(rackaids on rackaids (racks), got back-ends on back-ends
i’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
courtside with a bad b-tch (b-tch)
then i send the b-tch through uber (go)
beat the ho walls loose (hey)
hop in the frog, whoo (skrrt)
rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
so my money makin’ my back ache (aagh))
(they hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
fat cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
two b-tches, just national smash day (smash)
yeah, my diamond’s a choker (glah)
holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
raindrop (drip), drop-top (drop-top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie))
sail

baby
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (blaow)
my n-ggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30s and hundred-rounds too (grrah)
(rackaids on rackaids (racks), got back-ends on back-ends
i’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
courtside with a bad b-tch (b-tch)
then i send the b-tch through uber (go))
(they hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
fat cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
two b-tches, just national smash day (smash))

baby
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
my b-tch is bad and bougie (bad)
(beat the ho walls loose (hey)
beat the ho walls loose (hey))
(yeah, my diamond’s a choker (glah)
yeah, my diamond’s a choker (glah))

hotbox hotbox hotbox hotbox
hot hot hot hot hot hot
h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-
sail
baby

- patricia taxxon

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