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letra de midnight sunday - peter rosenberg

yo
this a late night
one in the morning
in front of [?] liquors
yo, yo, yo

[verse 1]
the city lights glow, gold on my neck
see with your eyes closed
v12 engine, purring moving through time zones
notice me, n—-s front but they know it’s me
rasheed elanine name like a rosary
so all praise, i’m often mentioned with the greats
my sixteens is equivalent to eighths bars is bricks homie
i walk around like the stick on me
keep talkin sl!ck and you get your sh-t split homie
no regards, i ain’t here for the die laws
i’m a man of my word, go ‘head and try god
f-ck around and get your picture hung
in the halls where you served and you [?]
yo, word to self where you n—-s from
as far as n—-s i fear i couldn’t picture one
speaking dirt on my name i probably split your tongue
i’m the author, the paint you get your picture from

[verse 2]
yo, yo
the fridge empty, stomach to ribs, head out the crib
to feed the kids turn my back on my wares, the back of my wig
a n—- thinkin loss in me
anybody step in my square don’t want no parts of me
go sh-t faced under mask stay low sh-t
run him for his work and his jewels like he owed sh-t
oh sh-t, heartbeat in my chest
this n—- tried to struggle nearly beat him to death
i’m tryna catch this cab while i’m catching my breath
my phone blowin up [?] sending me texts
his emergency, cousin got robbed, headin for surgery
bloodstains all on my jeans i’m thinkin murder, b
nah, just couldn’t be
i recognize a charm on my hand, how could it be
stocking had my vision impaired, i couldn’t see
i nearly took the life of my own, just tryna eat

- peter rosenberg

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