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letra de track six - remy g

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(part 1)

i’ve made it so far
this life, so long
so hard, oh god
oh why, oh lord
no war, no cure
so dazed, so torn
so pure, so sure
7 days stranded
an i swept unto the sh-r-

so fast
p-ss past the present
tense, gifted, resin
reckon a recollection
of past would mash depression
m-ss aggression
black m-ss to grasp the essence
m-ssive acid present

its all fine
infinite light
cold, flu, swine
dying, fam
sit, stand
fall down crying
blind
dispatch chrome clack
spit rap rhyme
lit that, rip that, hit that line
kit kat lion

hold that, kodak
sold that dime
prozac, hoes at shows that fine
cold rat dying
dying

(part 2)

i’m just floating on waves
i’m floating in the ocean
its the potion for the pain
devotion left me soaking in the rain

the currents getting stronger
everything had changed
an i wonder why i wandered to the water

what a wild way to say that i’m a goner
an even i’ll say, that lately, i been somber
i reap a lot of hate, escape in marijuana
reason why i’m faded, waitin on my mamma

to pick me up from county jail
an take me to the impound
350 dollars, whippin
gotta see the bail bond

actin like i fell down
h-ll nah, kids at school
prolly didn’t know
i had a pistol in my car

get good grades
a’s and b’s
but all i see is lcp’s an .3’s
the gs an weed smoke

wasn’t focused on my grades
i was focused on a c note

hope is what i see tho

(part 3)

watch out for grace
the grays in her complexion
corner of the face to face
with my reflection

pocket all the pain
an stay in your direction
shorter now i pace in place
in our repression

i’m drowning in the liquor
i’m mentally unstable
an the blood ain’t always thicker
there’s a pistol on the table

b-tches in the back room
smokers in the bathroom
meth smoke an crack fumes
mental state a vacuum

washed out fazed
an pacing in the back
quarter oz of haze
i’m dazin on her lap

locked out hate
our fate is in the rap
ordering the fame till
this place is on the map

watch out for grace
the grays in her complexion
corner of the face to face
with my reflection

pocket all the pain
an stay in your direction
shorter now i pace in place
in our repression

look at all the drama
look, at all the karma
b-tch is f-ckin pregnant
i’m about to be a father

why i wander where i wanna
i just want some marijuana
an i wonder, where my mamma
while i’m wildin in the corner

so while, we ride, we right
she light another blunt
an i p-ss it to the night

so bright, so wild, so loud
pull out another gram
an we can roll it in the clouds

beauty of the firmament
sorry for the bad shit
the consequence is permanent
i’m floating on the madness

f-cking acid
an this cliff f-ckin m-ssive
if i fall from the top
then maybe i could p-ss

watch out for grace
the grays in her complexion
corner of the face to face
with my reflection

pocket all the pain
an stay in your direction
shorter now i pace in place
in our repression

- remy g

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