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letra de here we go again - quadroon

well well well… now

here we go again, steering these stolen rims
appearance look quite thin; and my fears be smoked in spliffs
won’t adhere to frozen myths; are you friend or a follower
do you know how to spit, or just swallow d-ck (their very different)

coming to wish you a very merry christmas from the north pole
whats colder than ice cold->my flow
metphors main course, similies on the side
(im) serving rappers like pie crust, (with) my eyes closеd

simple as cake, but complex as timе
we be riddled to wait, but in line we fine
we, belittle the great, and play mime with life
either you walking, or you watching, or you hop in the fight (now listen)

my reason for demonstration/presentation, is leaving these questions vacant
my purpose in every verse n, im working like no person
i smirk at my own verdict, no question the haters hating
dont rekon recommendations, opinions (are) not my favorite

cloudy may clear up, (though/but) you can’t make it
cheer up, my ears shut when they say it like ay
whats your wifi, not the right time, when a flight flies it goes
wanna go night night, heres your night light, like bye bye, eyes closed
i been riding solo, like han, for a minute
my timings so-so but my mind has grown old
i been writing go home, to god for desicion
…she left me her digits, in my intuituon

if you steppin my way, one won’t do but a mile may
this (is) the highway, not friday, listen
ill say, imma stand on the side thats not separate
while they, second a severed system, check it

back when i started calling kyle, k
my life was looking quite sideways (ill say)
quiet your mind, open your heart, reach in to god
smile with your eyes, show em your star, speak up to mom

[here we go again, are we there yet?
are we there yet, are we there yet?]x2

ive tried to communicate, to humans absuing fate
hold the pen like a gun, one in the hand, two in the bank
they dont hear what i mean, can’t see what i want
ears lookin like thumbs, one on my hand, two on they face

im not suprised its, 2018
not a slither of awarness left but me
so now i wander through my conscious with attention as stepping stone
id like to call you more but your never home
i better go, and, never come back
im better stoned, and i never cut class
a clever clone who saw his way outta this mess
with a microphone, pen, and heart up in his chest, check

[here we go again, are we there yet?
are we there yet, are we there yet?]x2

- quadroon

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