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letra de scary thoughts - reyes celaya

intro
i’m feeling murderous
y’all need to focus so i can determine on who to diss
no one wants none of this ’cause they know with this pen and paper i’m dangerous
uno, dos, tres

verse 1
ayo, guess who’s back to slay tracks?
haters on my sack
came to destroy mumble rap ’cause that sh-t is wack yo
let me show you how to act when you getting attacked (here we go)
make sure you have friends that got your back and go cl!ck clack pow till he hits the ground
now, tell me how’s that sound?
i’m not supporting gun violence it’s just common sense
f-cking white people shooting up schools isn’t cool
it’s a load of bull
don’t know how people can be that cruel
would i make it as a christian rapper?
nah, i curse as much as a drunken sailor
i hate when i ask a girl for her number and she says no because she has a lover
acting like if i had it i’m going to send them nothing but love letters
like calm down cabrona if i liked ya i would have told ya
but i betcha i can treat you better
it’s the men’s fault ’cause they’re insecure
sitting on the couch drinking their beer
talking about “if you’re with me you can’t talk to any other men but me”
boy, shut your dumb -ss up
where’s red forman when you need him?
“did he just put all men on blast”
at last, see how fast y’all listen when i start dissin’?
did i mention that i like to get under people’s skin?
i get this sudden satisfaction when i hear y’all b-tchin’
put you in a submission once i hear you start trippin’
let’s do some addition ’cause if we don’t spend our time laughin’ that would mean me plus you ain’t livin’

hook
scary thoughts going through my head as i’m laying in bed watching jason
this dream i got to keep chasin’
seems like no one sees what i envision so allow me to paint this vivid description

verse 2
there is no such thing as perfection
that’s why we all sin
god loves all his little children whether or not we’re thick or thin
don’t mean to talk about religion because i know not everyone believes in him
i can’t decide rather i’m catholic or christian
i don’t read the bible because it was written by a person
i have questions
was mary really a virgin?
if so jesus how did she give birth to him?
is there really a h-ll and heaven?
when we die do we just get buried in a coffin?
i pray to him often so i hope that he’s listenin’
whatever i decide to believe in i hope it’s the right one
see, i can rap without cussin’
just look at all these rhymes i’m bustin’ like its nothin’
people i have a hard time trustin’ unless it’s my favorite cousins
so if your name’s not byanca cancinos, marissa morales, mari and jasmin lopez or yesenia valenzuela, see ya
those are my top five without them i wouldn’t want to be alive
why do women gotta drive me crazy?
always diving in my business being nosey
i don’t think y’all understand how much time i spend behind this pen and pad
keeps me from being sad like thinking about a childhood that i had
they ask me “how do you keep rhymin'”
i don’t know man
i do what i can
i guess it’s the ambition and the p-ssion i put behind this pen
i stay writin’ like i was in prison

hook
scary thoughts going through my head as i’m laying in bed watching jason
this dream i got to keep chasin’
seems like no one sees what i envision so allow me to paint this vivid description

verse 3
allow me to go crazy like em did on “majesty”
now, let’s put the pedal to the metal ’cause not even the devil is on my level
punch you in the pupil till it turns purple
mumble rappers are a bunch of rapping urkel’s
if i had a daughter i’d treat her like a princess and nothing less
give her the best necklaces until my permanent rest
according to jacki sanchez “if you skip the gravy, you’re crazy”
well, honey, clearly you don’t know me
been crazy since i talked to hobody
he was my imaginary friend when i was little till i k!lled him and sent him to h-ll with gasoline draws on
i don’t understand how it’s so hard to write a song
all you do is rhyme words together
clearly, i’m dealing with a bunch of featherweights
the mumble rap k!ller awaits
playing hide-and-go-seek and this b-tch decides to cheat and peaks so i said “ollie-ollie-oxen-free”
b-tch came at me at full speed so i peed on her
the r. kelly of rap is here
just give me a beer so i can get drunk as a skunk and start acting like a stupid f-ck
donald j trump is the biggest chump of them all
we’re all going have a ball once that mother f-cker gets impeached
until then let me release this beast
life of a gemini until i die and fly to the sky
look into my eyes and tell me if it’s a lie
i’ma keep it real til my last breath
always going to be writing till my death
when it’s time for me to go play “i’m sorry” by joyner lucas on repeat at my funeral
keep my journals as a memory
my wish would be to be remembered in the music industry
we’ll see if i ever make it
people say they love me but i know they fake it
at least i could say that i write my own sh-t and if you don’t believe me got the papers to prove it
i don’t know if writing all this sh-t is worth it
you know what forget it
someone’s bound to like it
if not then everybody can suck it
that’s it

- reyes celaya

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