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letra de spring - realrose

[chorus]

spring on my window, light an extendo, smoke up the indoor
bang instrumentals, ease up my mental, need me a pen though
life moving quick, need to stick to the schedule and pick up my tempo
spring on my window again, i need to level

[verse 1]

i tend to remember more than i forget
expect for the coffee i heat up a bit
but f-ck it my mind way to busy with sh-t
cause the moment i open my eyes feel like it’s do or die
who could decide in a minute of time
a minute i’m fine, a minute i’m not
a minute i’m hot and love it or not
you get what you got, you live with the odds
and hope they even out eventually, eat with the gods
and lose the facade and go with the plot and stick with the squad
the ones from the bot to the top floor penthouse view of the bellagio plaza
moët by the box
poet in the heart but i’m chewing on some rocks
boulder in my throat, got a waterfall of thoughts
caution to the wind, got a concrete heart
in the jungle don’t get caught after dark little diva
better learn to eat with the lion and hyena
you a zebra you get taking to the reaper
no idea, no eureka
i don’t do a lot of speaking
i just listen to the beat of something bigger than the city street talk
i’m not into pushing up spots for a plug
or shooting up shots but i’ll kobe if i must
sitting on the thirty second bus with a first cl-ss vision of my -ss blowing up
uh
bet the locals all love that one
the mindset set global when i get me some
they all looking for a pick me up
and get me out
and show me love
they show me none
the show is done
the rain pour right after the sun
and vice versa, i suffice first person
life a game like playing dice in the ice cold night
with your last dime
go ahead what’s the price
uh

[chorus]

[verse 2]

love in the struggle, struggle in love
if heaven above and h-ll is below
so where do my soul go
tell me god i gotta know
‘for i cop a two door coupe and parachute
onto roof top views with the new new blues
but the money green, benny frank hang like a noose
bang in the booth, gang on the woo woo
aim and they shoot, fame got my name written on the loot
sitting in my room
got me reminiscing ’bout the homies that i knew
homies that i grew
homie who are you?
homie you the one that used to rap back in school, that was you?
d-mn, what it do?
d-mn, you won’t believe what a man going through
we live it all the same, hate to say it but i do
you wouldn’t walk a mile in my shoes, so i’m walking over you inside my boots
leave ’em in the dirt
make ’em feel the pain of waking up to prove they worth
make ’em know it hurt even though you never chirp
f-ck the bird talk, i need a birds eye view on the roof
that’s my bird nest perch
got a gift and a curse
i remember everything, i never say a word
go f-ck a verse
uh
that’s how i’m designed
abide by my inner design
the mind might shine light on the blind
or buy ice, lines, drip, i decide
my life split down the middle, divide
the fact fiction and lie
the eyes bright up with shine
if every second of my time come to see me in my prime ‘for i die
i seem to have a lot on my mind
put the name to a bullet, good night
uh

[chorus]

- realrose

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