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letra de yvrx2 (throne freestyle) - rayftw

now will i break platforms
star gazing, car chasing swear they tryna catch me
lane swerving, flame burning
hear they tryna ash me
but i’m nicotine addicted to the fickle dreams lastly
listening to neon indian, i’m blasting
tiger5hark asked em for the visuals, i’m casting
she do the slot machine
life’s a gamble but i’m candid, never beat round the bush
white house the lawless mansion
socrates to these entertainment properties
slaved to the course of what they think is the proper deed
dicaprio told me bout’ 3 dimples i start the scene
have ya skull lying on the table, pardon me
i’m sparring these, little davids apparently
slingshots missed, my point of ease, your poignant dreams

[pause]

spiral outta fashion, trend trailers. get off ya knees
wipe the future of this generation off
blatant demigod, reagan crossed for the better cause
avalanching to nowhere particular, coast clear, meticulous
toast cheers and ribbon cuts
spill thoughts on a blank and leave room for interpretation
never give thanks and we soon to hit formidable peaks
palms shivering weak at the thought of me conjuring me up enough confidence clarity and the competence
radical for capital summation
lavish in the statement, this the balanced indication of the battle scars
i could probably dodge a drone, but i’m tryna rob the throne, danny ocean, where the cameras are
palm reader, tell me what my future holds
lucrative, punitive, as far as execution goes
less effective who’d known
absence of my prudent tone
often lackadaisical, i lack the praise. you soon to know

f-cking alcoholic, as i grab my wallet
spending it on brew and tonic
swimming pools is too ironic
tryna stay afloat, rose and jack. get it, ponder it
parking lot squadron, don’t this feel like pendergr-ss or something
supposed neophyte, this the trio right
me, myself and eyes could only graze what i examine
selflessness is rampant, next chapter’s memorandum
tryna stay in one direction. x factor’s in a tandem
middle fingers and defy all precedence
until we riddle, mingle in them 5 star residence
goodbyes are irrelevant, back stabbers, rack grabbers. chat faster, conversations bore me
and if contabands make her dance, cops and vans take chance, then it’s confiscations surely
orphanage ideas that i abandon is often as i thought em
guess it’s hard to stay one track, plan b

- rayftw

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