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letra de bourke st. - posseshot

[verse 1: mr. muscles]
and it hurts me, that i missed your anniversary
hungry, never thirsty
now the cops got me stopped here, tryna search me
life’s not perfect, show no mercy
doin’ it for murky, doin’ it for guys like bourko and jersey
doin’ this for anyone who lost a friend on bourke street
how you gonna feel when you don’t know what the words mean?
i can tell you’re full of sh-t when i smelt the first heap
up early, they know i’m certy
never enter fights if you know they’re playing dirty
’cause when you’re out cold, pride’s dirt-cheap
you can get turned into carbon like a burnt leaf
smoke weed that’ll make you turn green
at revs with jeans, life ain’t all what it seems
(what it seems)
yeah, yeah

[verse 2: kharnicl-ssix]
and it hurts me, too many of my mates ain’t reached 30
now these toys all drop your name like they worthy
yeah, it must be easy if you ain’t livin’ what your words be
all fun and games ’til you starin’ at that he-rs-, freeze
you don’t know mc, you don’t f-ckin’ know [herpes?]
are you really melbourne if you never rang up turns, g?
i’m up all night, but i’m a f-ckin’ early birdy
connectin’ these letters and just makin’ sure my word clean
and when this drop, i’ll cause a riot
spit a couple bars of fire, had motherf-cks excited, it’s kharnicl-ssix
and every time i spit that crack sh-t, had motherf-ckers doin’ backflips off the gatwick

- posseshot

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