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letra de blue dreams - quadroon

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blue dreams in gardena, my brother can’t sleep
no lights in gardena, my brother can’t see
cold fight in his soul, no rights, sometimes
wish he could shut down like government) (intro)

p-ss off, people blind as the three mice
but they can see fine, if theres profit involved (truth)
in all the places i go, people got a phone for a nose
so close to they face look like they putting on lip gloss (d-mn)

i’m shocked, but never am i stumped see
i spit like the kick drum from the energizer bunny(bunny)
put down your pride, set aside your money
all i want is your time, you ain’t gotta love me(nah)

i ain’t always sunny, this ain’t no philly sh-t(nah)
this is sone really thick rhetoric written with a broken wrist
i can only hope to get, soley what you give
so in return you can take my remarks as a gift, b-tch

thinking bout thoughts(thoughts), talking bout words(words)
drinking brown scotch
smoking dank pot, top shelf high as h-ll
i met god in the form of the devil

i step on, never let off the pedal
i sit down, look around, notta sound in my mental
notta peep, notta mouse, notta word
notta verb, notta sound, gotta learn, the times now

distilled in the rhythm thats written in fiction
an instrument syndicate, villain involving
dissolving the walls the surround all the talking
both out n inside from place where were watching

the witness, unwitnessed, the prince n the princess
the king n his mistress, but don’t forget jack
cause i’m back like black with a school that i rock
santa cruz what is up, we gon’ let the flow drop n

hit em with imminent, intimate, instruments
enter the eminent presence like eminem
never gon’ sell my self, better go tell you friends
if you want energy then you gone mess with me

testing me, ain’t no one besting me mr
elevate elegance, go tell your sister
i miss her i wish her the best but we done
it was fun, gotta run, heard the pop of the gun..

and won’t stop til i’m done, like a robber with gloves
keep a low profile, on the spot where i’m from..
thats an invitation for disaster
i dunno sometimes what i’m after

get ya sprung with this flow that i mastered
spit this dope with soul i’ve fostered
hit this bowl like chris brown popped her
sit back down, your b-tch ass don’t matter

it, don’t matter, can capture status like a caption
takes practice, and practice what you lacking
slacking like the lines that i rhyme on the track
c’mon y’all, lets get this sh-t a little bit faster

sicker than pictures of chicks who be drunker than liquor
well now, i’m not down, ill be out, imma bounce
like the sounds of the grounds of the system thats ripping
like reasons right outta they mouths of those spitting

excuses like verses; with purpose averting
the weight of the world that is felt in each person
but if you, wade in wells n wait for h-ll to surface…
i’m afraid you’ll be disappointed

thinking bout thoughts(thoughts), talking bout words(words)
drinking brown scotch
smoking dank pot, top shelf high as h-ll
i met god in the form of the devil

i step on, never let off the pedal
i sit down, look around, notta sound in my mental
notta peep, notta mouse, notta word
notta verb, notta sound, gotta learn, the times now

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