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letra de gamesboy - phantom swami

[intro: 0versou1]
as i travel down the deep depths of this intertwined forest, i begin to search and ask the question of who am i really

[verse 1: phantom swami]
rollin up games i done past the first stage and then i past the level
never hit replay never hit my threshold always hit a strain
so strong pull b-tches insane give me brain blow me likе a bong d-mn
life’s a game sike possibly a simulation why i pull the dirty b-tchеs
no gold in the dirty dishes
tryna make a dimes my missus but i’ve ascended too high now loves mystic
opportunity missed n ive lost the bliss in
f-ck a cinnamon apple she’s my schezuan sauce wanted to make bread rise never questioned the cost
once its over its over no rewind or pause
apocalypse coming n i’m the herald
o a devil with halo shouts to young gerald
a paragon of life im not a fable
when ya ask for my name it’s a legend they know

[chorus]
games boy gameboy far advanced blaze his brain boy
games boy gameboy so insane with his name boy
games boy gameboy why you roll up your pain boy?
games boy gameboy you need to quit playin boy
[verse 2: phantom swami]
in my childhood playing gba ,didn’t even have a thought of pulling a bae
but now i just pulled up in the bay, la so cray might be where i stay
roll yourself a relo be mellow numb the pain n the angst, focus on the grind, stuff the bank
minds been lost from smokin the dank,some nights i drown in the pools of drank
young swami saw ops for queso so he had to take a dip, d-mn fresh hoodie already steady had the drip
all his friends thought young buck was a trip, but ya boi might die at 26
i wouldn’t say my minds blasted from this acid, suicidal thoughts won’t do nothing drastic
cards almost full i can stretch elastic, maybe save the day just like mr. fantastic
today another death wouldn’t be so tragic, for distraction just piped down on a bad b-tch
left without a word she asked why so savage, nah its just sad it would’ve never lasted
i’d rather bust a nut than heart no cappin, work a real job stead of acid trappin, house to house dont forget bowls always packin, sometimes life dosent go as planned it just happens
fiend for life more so than the figures, though in their light im still a sinner, slightly muddy liver fill my tank with liqour
keep my groove movin i roll up the swisher, tings love my pen game i give em henna
rarely f-ck now less shes bad as a jenna, pipe down a cougar for fame hungry hippo
no mediocre round here, take advice from tip ha
possibly become a great like jigga, taste girls around the world international kissa
been a lil wild coming back from the trip, sour patch kid with 300 mic – cid -drip
they say swami a new gen acid rapper,they say he childish but a pinch less blacker
but i’m my own man thats a fact yeah

- phantom swami

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