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letra de after all this time... - purspective & luke.

[verse 1: purspective]
money, money
got me man, like none of it
winter coming, ain’t no one around
stuck in nunavut
punishing stomach
i’m hungry
i love the gluttony
learn to live without
munchie and a couple crunch a chip
couch, livin’ under it, bounce on the beat
the drum they hit me hard
all i got, in the pocket, is f-ckin’ bars,
f-ck it, y’all won’t understand it
the plan is to manage planet with words
planting the seeds
no p-ssive aggressive dweebin’ needed
leave that sh-t in, 2015
b-tch, i’m a new kid
make peace with it
no longer doofus, been grown
confused in this home
300 by 300 squared, 2 weeks ago there was 4
it’s getting tighter and tighter, got my foot out of the door
got one hand outta the window
with the backwood that i smoke
pop my head outta the chimney, and puffin’ up me a toke
i’m coughing, my lung is so rusty, f-ck it, i’m good to go
i’m scoffin’ at bills, they not gonna feel the broker me
no!

[pre-chorus: purspective]
cole, told me there’s beauty up in the struggle
i’m human, i’m not above being stupid
i’m only 20
i’m living the, lucidest dream
got my own apartment
in a, different scene
after all this time
i’m finally free…

[hook: purspective]
i’m finally free!
the f-ck does it mean to really be free?
i’m finally free…
i’m finally free!
the f-ck does it mean to really be free?
i’m finally free
the f-ck does it mean to really be free?
i’m a slave to twitter, tv
and this pile of bills that i see
i’m finally free
finally free
free

[verse 2: purspective]
checking my twitter again
followers, diminishing
living by cl!ck to cl!ck
opinion never did sit with the kid
of the idiot, oh and the idiot trollin’ f-ck
i smoke a little, i roll it up
only way to get the bogus
out of the mind and focus
till
i get hit, with another bill
man this sh-t’s for real
up in my fridge, no material, to make up a meal
i’m hungry, still
no money bills
i’m up as h-ll
just come and visit my crib, i bet you can f-ckin’ tell, oh
can i come and party? h-ll no!
some of you party rappers is wack and gotta go
i’m like a rapper’s rapper, no matter what controls me
i keep my bars locked in the pocket
and they so deep, b-tch

- purspective luke

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