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letra de deep thoughts - prai star

i finna grab this (yhe), i shouldn’t drop this like tears
i’m really out of keys (yhe), open the door sh-t disappears
she wanna trap this, f-ck that b-tch quite living in the past
n-gga rather smoke trees, no pills i will never ever trespass

every sh-t is offtake now, never guarantee that i will survive i’m runnin’ out and i won’t stop
n-gga i feel like i’m hypnotized, mind loss and the brain pop
axes won’t be simplified, b-tch pleasе geo backdrop

all this sh-t over my head no piеce, deep thoughts bad memories
no tucker but i got a chris, time rushing out i ma pray i guess
repeating over across past, go back put it in reverse
like i’m cable…unavoidable, but i got chains on my chest

you really don’t what i’m going through nowadays
i feel like biths is putting a bruce on my face
she eating me with a lot of lies on her plates
now i am broken like a vase, calling me rupture no more breaks

i finna crack this, now i’m a n-gga who will break this on tears
i need another piece, chainsaw cut it off now i’m full of fears
n-gga i feel dizzy, deep thoughts on my mind spinning like gears
i need a cheque please, blast off go far cash dissappears
i finna grab this (yhe), i shouldn’t drop this like tears
i’m really out of keys (yhe), open the door sh-t disappears
she wanna trap this, f-ck that b-tch quite living in the past
n-gga rather smoke trees, no pills i will never ever trespass

i’ll trespass, if i’m way to fast with a little bit furious
over the drugs and sh-t is a vice, they will call me president
i finna rise if contemplate that a reason i meditate
give me raise dollars into my bank’s n-gga i wanna elevate (ohh)

n-gga i’m out of trenches (ohh), life is tragic (ohh)
suffer like cactus i’m alone, n-ggas are afraid of me (ohh)
please put a bandich on me, bleeding on my face blood on me
feel like i repeat this, wholla hoop sh-t is on my hip looping on me

b-tch you know i like you, i f-ck you, let the p-ssy pop on me
you know that i got juice, i drink booze, b-tch i won’t choose on it
girl you real wanna follow me please come close and drop on me
i swear if i hit a lottery buy you ice chain coz you too hot on me

climbin’ up to top (goin up), to the top i won’t flop (no cap)
i’m a god i make rain drop and pay a b-tch for the bop (f-ck that)
lil n-gga was joke (like that), smoke me like a coke (pop that)
now is time for the brain pop and i shoot a n-gga like a cop

now i shoot a n-gga like a cop, now i shoot n-gga like cop (pop)
now i shoot a n-gga like a cop, now i shoot a n-gga like a cop
now i shoot a n-gga like a cop

- prai star

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