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letra de poet gang playing cards - pink navel

poet gang playing cards, [??] brain baby bars
singing old sailor songs, thinkin “oh” favors are
gettin sold, payment large, money tight, cadence, bars
music, beats, sacred jars, jelly burst
i was once a secret character with belly hurt
and now i’m legacy content with a betty shirt
boop, 2-on-2, checked bags through on through
saw the world, the key was a couple b-ttons
it was clear i was on to somethin
familiarity on both coasts, so stoked bro, clip it
clip ins of different posters, calling it simply showster
stars in my eyes i’m [?joester?] st–z bomb farm to table
label prob was clean songs from kenny’s beat box
ruby yacht team slots, rеad the poet gang playing cards
desеrt bound favorite bar comin’ from savin’ ours
eatin’ good, capers large, travel world, see the stars
from a couple turns up at the team a chance to [? ? ?]
the climate of the iris flipped. saw him on the street said
f-ck the op, this kid is obvious, from pistol to the missile
shooting off, it hits cause aim is great
i’m in the strangest date, mains a ace
i messaged every single paper day
[?krill wakes and bakes an a?] then walks into my favorite place
with sandwiches on takeaway. in the street, dark is night
but where the lamp and shade? everyone gon’ see me
dancin’ while the camera fades, another album, pave the way
just about a decade ago, the plot doubled up
my thought bubble sharing a mold and silicone dreams
collude to keep the old steam, idle totality
gained another level, red exhaust from the battling
but i have won, won, one or two, two battles before
(yo, sh-t, yeah) when it was all done
reclaimed my psyduck days to prime relay
and now i’m walkin’ out the door, (uh)
and i could see it on the street, dog! i could see it in the
way that i was standing there and draggin’ my feet with the
marks that it had made, pause and imprint
every day of memory upon the beat (yeah)
with the poet gang playing cards, covert name jason bourne
cunning tongue, statements hard, frequent growth, game is sp-rs-
gem cracked navel shards, used together from the start
notifying pretty art of course it lives
the entire [?] will discard when you force it, kid! i’m on the train
keeping quiet, taking courses with [?her oyster wind?]
yo sucks, it’s the rum tum flubbermouth
saw it all happen but said nothing cause it was something else
i’m willing to lie to catch this [? ?] in my couch
with a high score of a hundred, ouch! how am i gonna beat that?
i’ll go and stack my grief stack, complete this other sidequest
i ain’t got time to both, neither resign rest
retaliation i design jest, whimsy specialist sesh
flimsy petulance dread, either way the game’s on
it lives at me, it lives at me, it lives it me
it lives at me, it lives at me, and so i play on

- pink navel

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