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letra de dunkin & credentials - perry maysun & young wabo

[intro: young wabo]
america runs on dunkin
yeah
this sh-t sound like—
this sh-t sound like—
this sh-t sound like—

[verse 1: young wabo]
this sh-t sound like relaxation, that’s somethin’ i need
but i’m caught between a hard place and this motherf-ckin’ weed
what can i do? just make similes and metaphors for how i’m s’posed to score but how i end up
on square one, no monopoly board
[?] are what i want for me
i need them seven digits in my bank
what that sh-t count for? i don’t know but i know i need more
i wish it could be more simple, but the world runs on dunkin and credentials
i heard life’s a [?] is essential
dyin’ for the green, like [?], sh-t

[verse 2: perry maysun, young wabo]
me and wabo writin’ from the same pen
played for a paycheck
weather gettin’ wetter, so i stayed in
talkin’ as if i wouldn’t do it if it was sunny
better die for your money
here’s a guide to the lovely ways that you could make a better green
[?] for petty medicine
at least you’ve got better jeans than the next man, please
look inside your heart, it’s the emptiest room
even king tut died in the loneliest tomb
i got the [?], blunt burner, steam like a dumb furnace
hands to the sky yellin’ “i know you heard this”
what is my purpose? i’ve been wonderin’ forever
’til the one day i pull that lever
i prolly need to stop smokin’ [?], prolly need to tap in with my mama
prolly need to stay out the drama, but you know how prolly be, but the only constant thing is the commas, aye
off the dome feelin’ like socrates, but, i gotta tell you, these feet of mine are tired
i don’t know how to do it, but i really stay wired 24/7 in the lab with perry (for real)
[bridge: young wabo]
wait, hold up, hold up, hold up, i’m not done yet
i’m not done yet, hold up, hold up, hold up
medicinal— sh-t, f-ck
medicinal— sh-t (yeah)

[verse 3: young wabo]
medicinal, mama don’t know about
i guess i get it now i’m older now, i guess
yes, i’m blessed, dropped out, but he’s [?] life to the test
robin hood dont exist ’til you invest
feelings ain’t real unless you said with your chest
uh, brain burn, what’s a pencil with no eraser?
henny rocks absent, i’m clappin’ it with no chaser
vapor, when i pass, roll me fast in a dutch dutch
you won’t die with your chicken, motherf-ck, cluck, cluck
can’t chase world’s as a sentient you dumb f-ck
whole room smell like creativity, and some

- perry maysun young wabo

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