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letra de erebus - sam crutcher

[verse 1]
don’t be pretentious
slave to perception
don’t get the message
clone in the keltic
march to the time tick
metronome in the headphones
you are not different
you are not special
we all the same
is that your friend?
what is her name?
i’m with my boys
we so expensive
i want her face all in my mentions
i wanna face up to perception
show ‘em that i live up to potential
it is so sad
the state where you at
you fumbled the bag
left in the past
i get it
i came from the floor
ran up the bands and i’m still getting more
jump out the window when she close the door
got a lil dirt on my christian dior
climbing the mountain to get to the top
taking precaution, ensure i don’t flop
keep my neck icy, dripping like a mop
‘member days water whipping the pot
you ain’t got money no more
you ain’t got money no more
i do not pity the poor
after they show me the door
don’t need to give me the lore
i heard that story before
keep brevity in your soul
i am shakespeare, i’m a poet
[verse 2]
this is a game, i’m playing it
sick of my lane, won’t stay in it
you are a lame, an idiot
thinking that you really saying it
don’t want your fame, disdain for it
just want some bills to play with it
she got some bills, i’m paying it
only if she let me play in it
she give orders, i’m obeying it
boys staying mad ‘cause i’m slaying it
i gotta grind every day for this
don’t wanna know what i’d say for this
b-tches want money
b-tches want honey
b-tches don’t want me
b-tches don’t understand me
i’m not a mattress for them to be sleeping on
tryna get naughty, i told her just keep it on
put in the effort and lost now i’m moving on
i keep the strap on me case they wanna test
i got the glock and i shoot it, i shoot it, i shoot it
these b-tches they biting and looting it up
boot it up, boot it up, boot it up
back in the building, we boot it up
back of the truck and we zooted up
back on the beat and i chewed it up
beat it up, leave, and i’m losing her
been to rock bottom you cannot imagine it
i hit the bottom, bounce back like an acrobat
back in the days i relied upon ——–
now every day i f-ck b-tches ‘bove average
i crave contentment but i cannot manage it
now i just boot it up, shoot it up, loot it up, boot it up
[verse 3]
let ‘em hear this
to the sickly, i am the prescription
must be cataracts how you be missing
like?
how could you not see the vision?
i had tracks in the safe, time in the game
now i’m doing f-cking sets at the rave
food on the plate, working on a date
tryna hustle but they lie every day
lie to my face, no f-cking shame
get they way, then they run, what a waste
such a disgrace, on my momma grave
i don’t f-ck with that, i don’t f-ck with that
don’t tolerate broke b-tches no more
don’t talk to immoral b-tches no more
darkness in they soul b-tches no more
i got some taste, i got some standards
booking the flight, lighting the candles
lifting the weight, grabbing her handles
go to the store, get some apparel
i got the vetements, i got the prada
i got the gucci, i got the louis
you ain’t got nada, i got balenciaga
fire inside of the ice, mount erebus
if you with the opps then don’t talk to me
if i’m second choice then don’t talk to me
if you playing games then don’t talk to me
my type a lil toxic respectfully
so i play the side role excessively
your girl is not bout that monogamy
and know i mean that disrespectfully

- sam crutcher

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