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letra de everything don't stop - protextor

[intro]
everybody so stressed out pent up
everybody so let down and low

[verse 1]
i believe in spider-man and
i believe in santa claus and
i believe in me myself and i because
my master onion taught me
that it’s all within the mind
so i’m that rapper dog
i gotta believe!
and i don’t worry where my path is goin’
you can read a prayer to me
don’t matter where the p-ssage from
whatever you need to see you there
energy in the seeds in the ground you sowin’
we could be free of the grand illusion
we just love seein’ the camera’s view so much
that sometimes it’s tough
to tell what is truth in music
or real in movies
or love in p-rn
i’m filmin’ you to prove i loved you once
and f-cked you hard
but everyone’s a fan of the kinks these days
and n0body needs the shame
so f-ck it all
cuz who are we to say
what love is?
cuz god…

[hook]
everybody so stressed out pent up
everybody so let down and low
everybody ya need to breathe
wherever you are
just take a seat
you are everything
and everything don’t stop if you let go

[verse 2]
it ain’t the 80’s
it ain’t the 90’s
this is the year that you were born to be in
you can’t afford not to see it
i am of course the guiltiest
literally stealing ideas sampling sh-t from the past
but i preserve what i know i need to
not even morris day could get his time back
and in the 90’s i was so pc
now i mack
sometimes you need to bite the culture just to time track
just be careful when it bites back
they’ll catch you if live it like you look you read it in a book
better get the look quick, look –
this is how we do it:
it’s a little bit aloofness with a new twist on illusion
an ache for the past
disdain for the present
and hate for the future

[hook]
everybody so stressed out pent up
everybody so let down and low
everybody ya need to breathe
wherever you are
just take a seat
you are everything
and everything don’t stop if you let go

[verse 3]
i multiply and keep my cult supplied with lullabies of others’ lives
the gr-ss is greener
(yeah)
but only if you cut it right
kool-aid man
(yeah)
but the punch is spiked
jim jones abrahms for the
lost generation
and the punchline’s like –
you f-ckin’ die
so what’s a guy to do but try the tried and true?
but what’s try to a do but tying a kite string to a noodle? loose grip and c-ck it and pull it
the b-tt hits your b-ttchin and busts it in two
pumps up a kentucky republican like
yuh!
f-ckin’ blood again!
bruh, lovin’ it!
gush
what a rush it makes me wanna f-ck
over an immigrant
just to show
i’m an american buck
3 points to the bigoted stickin’ it to us with the stickers on their trucks
cuz these kids can do a flipkick with the stickers on their trucks
and when you get it
you’ll be kickin’ yourself for missin’ all the fun
the world’s a business but we quit it
cuz we didn’t like the boss
you just don’t get it
you don’t run sh-t
you run with it

[hook]
everybody so stressed out pent up
everybody so let down and low
everybody ya need to breathe
wherever you are
just take a seat
you are everything
and everything don’t stop if you let go

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