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letra de knowledge out the bottle - pope cyrus vii

[intro]
huh
huh, where’d you get it from?
no, where’d you get it from (yeah)
oh

[verse 1]
hunnid mile round trip, i brought her back to my place (nyoom)
stroke her while i’m veerin’ off the motherf-ckin’ highway (high)
tires bald, no traction, i’m drivin’ while distracted (huh)
give her d-ck, don’t wrap it, you not about that action (huh, you watchin’ the juice, you not)
i would live more safely, but i’ve really been desensitized
when you turn the news on, it’s a hundred million thousand lives all gone (baow, that’s tragic)
livin’ fast, you don’t know when this sh-t ‘bout to be all gone (we don’t know)
if i looked inside my phone, ain’t got a friend to call on (huh)
eveybody fake, everybody lyin’ (huh)
when you try to build something deep, you gon’ waste your time
held her hand while i was goin’ deep, i was wastin’ time
drinkin’ on a wednesday, let’s turn up, let’s get wasted time (yeah)
ain’t no b-tterfly, this sh-t been real ineffective (yeah, yeah, yeah)
fistfights with the boys and we hittin’ solar plexus (mm)
beatin’ on my friends, yeah that’s yellow like some french’s (what)
actin’ like a big dog, tryn’ make you the frenchie (woof)
walk you ‘round the block, walk you, walk you ‘round the block, block (huh)
walk you ‘round the block, i could hold you like a emmy (mm)
walk you ‘round the block, walk you, walk you ‘round the, walk you ‘round the (woah woah)
walk you ‘round the block, i could hold you like a emmy
people with a faith in higher power probably schizophrenic (huh, huh, huh, huh)
really thought that i could bend reality, that’s schizophrenic (huh, huh, huh)
yappin’ ‘bout a land rover, modern day white horse (why you do that?)
thought there would be world peace, guess i should’ve thought more (you watchin’ the juice, why you do that?)
[chorus]
got my knowledge out the bottle, what (ho)
got my knowledge out the bottle, what (woah oh)
huh
life so dull when you gotta stay sober

[verse 2]
now i’m gettin’ nasty, girl set aside your glasses (oh)
my mouth is full of cl-toris, my hands is full of ass, b-tch (oh)
hidin’ something in you, i’m magician, she my hat trick (oh oh)
hit the atm, i know i’m megan on my cash sh-t (oh oh)
throw it while i’m hammered, now i wonder where my cash went
all that i remember, it was bad bitty blastin’
dj told me stop, he just angry that i’m mad rich
drip be fire, i never have to wonder where my swag went
hunnid mile round trip, i bought back to her place (nyoom)
sober while i’m drivin’ on this borin’ ass highway (nyoom)
tires bald, no traction, my mental in the past tense (f-ck)
scared off all my close friends, you not about that action

[chorus]
got my knowledge out the bottle, what (oh)
got my knowledge out the bottle, what (where’d you get it from)
huh (oh)
life so dull when you gotta stay sober
[outro]
why, why’d you do that?
‘cause i’m jesus, i can do whatever i want

- pope cyrus vii

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