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letra de got-my-back - sailor george

everybody tryna make a k!llin‘
everybody wanna reach a billion
i wanna be different
i don‘t wanna hit the f-cking ceiling
i just wanna try not be a villain
i don‘t wanna feel
like i‘m making other‘s extinct
i wanna be of positive opinion
everybody shilling
everybody tryna k!ll the synergy
everybody hopin‘ to be socrates
i just wanna sock all these anomalies
i just wanna k!ll all the dishonesty
i just wanna say all this sh-t audibly
all the commodities, offering suavity talk n‘ things
pure ideologies ruinin‘ what we teach all our kids
hippity-hoppity, comedy is a monotony
pointin‘ at sh-t we already now, worse than not funny
stop it, k!ll it, point the f-cking rover
blast off, going to a planet less stupid

blam, goes the top off when you drop it
lights and action, now you‘re like a star but
stop, everybody wants the top
it‘s like a zigzag, you can‘t even find the time to say
„how‘s that?“ thought you‘d get your man to up you
producer on you, the dj hold you
stop man everybody wants the top bunk
stop man everybody wants the dunk
and the bling, ever thought of stipulating
with god or the devil to love you crazy
well that‘s what you get with producers baby
well that‘s what all cash has to offer baby
ever wondered what looks like a m-ss addiction
heroin, c0ke or the population
yellin‘ „hey, i want better pay
i want to get laid, where‘s my destiny?“
yo, well that‘s the mixture
of game and decay or „love me b-tch“
it‘s hard to relate when the common picture
is all fantasy and affiliation
everybody wants to suck eachother off and
everybody wants the best, the most, the muo
just stop livin‘ in a panicked nation
stop hitting me with tessellation
all over enc-mbered lil‘ accusations
have filled y‘all people with asphyxiation
y‘all want this, ya need a lil‘ business
with the mistress of resistance
f-ck, i know it‘s hard to fix this
i know everybody wants love and that‘s it
but get it, don‘t expect a buck you d-ck
you‘re using everybody b-tch, this is a felony
man, what happened with the loving baby?
everybody feelin‘ broken baby
everybody feelin‘ on the top
and then fall to the blank, white concrete bottom
man, what happened with the loving baby?
i still remember chillin‘, sunny days and
i still remember all the happy smiles
it‘s like everybody chose to choke us out
now stop it, everybody where you taking me
money‘s a broken fantasy
why ya‘ll turning to this nasty thing
this sh-t is over enc-mbering
if there‘s something that i really want
someone to hold my back with no regard
i want none this capital old sh-t
i want a big pure smile and grinnin‘ t–th, oh

- sailor george

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