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letra de 80 bars part 7 - sam lachow

[verse 1:]
y’all acting like i don’t like making 80 bars
when did i forget how to have fun?
half of me wanted the last one to be the last one
but luckily the cooler half won
a little sunshine never hurt n0body
a little sunshine never hurt no one
we all wait for lady sunday
but monday is always gon’ come
i’m at the dog park reppin
stepping out to 80 bars part 7
have you seen this man lately?
the left handed bandit’s back baby
[verse 2:]
i’m going back on the road
fettuccini and a napkin to go
carby carb carb it’s attack of the scones
i made it halfway down the block
and another little stumble until i -opе
forgot about my coat
i tried to call my phone
but d-mn it i forgot my phone
now i’m sitting watching wishing and waiting hеre all alone
huckleberry is back and it feels good to be home
dang nabbit
the same sammy
but a couple new screws got loose from brain damage
memory way bad
now why would you bring that up?
you can it, you can it, you can it, you can it
swing batter!
[verse 3:]
devvy that’s a good boy
poppa got a pocket of chew toys
i keep ‘em sneaky
i guess i got lucky
my buddy f-ck wit it easy peasy
he only f-ck wit a chucker ball if it’s squeaky squeaky
t-r-e-a-t-s
i grew up with arthur and tj from recess
a handful of channels like er pbs
we made it good
it’s a beautiful day in my neighborhood
ay! we never look away
scale’s saying way less than it should have weighed
i got 99 problems, 100 ways to break an egg
and when it’s over i’m sugar ade
[verse 4:]
that’s why i put some dark tint windows in my subaru hatch
black doggie beside me, watch my pooch cruise past
for those who’s asking, i bake in the winter
eat my cake before dinner
my amuse-bouche last
hug me, squeeze me, i’m not just anyone
touch me, please, edge me, don’t let me-(what?)
seattle streets been covered in blue foil
i was puffing on banana goo oil, true story
[verse 5:]
i’ve been looking for an excuse
to let loose
bring a bottle of your best booze
better yet, two
i’ve been looking for the right beat
it might be
if it’s lowkey, don’t invite me
but what you’ve done here
is put yourself between a devvy and a new toy
and it won’t be long before
sammy daddy coming for you
[verse 6:]
remember that novel i couldn’t finish?
about the boys in the boat in the ‘36 olympics?
i finally got to the last chapter
but what’s the point if i can’t call you and brag after?
my whole life
slowly lettin’ go of old gripes
i learned a lot but still i don’t know why
sugar, sugar, how you get so fly?
good kid from the other side of the tracks
he never raises his hand, always hides in the back like
old man take a look at my life
i’m a lot like you
yo, what’s up baby?
w-w-what’s up baby?
if you forgot the lyrics
it’s time to go brush up maybe
lucky lefty lachowder had to get outta here
d-mn it feels good to be huckleberry
[verse 7:]
start an issue that’ll p-ss you off
scar tissue that i wish you saw
pullin’ pistols and blow torches
probably got a couple stab wounds to show for it
go forrest
belt locks and bell bottoms
rest in peace to sh-llshock
dmx is dark and h-ll’s hot, so please
close your eyes for a second and just breathe
maybe roll [?] with cheese
baby everything got fees
baby pop pop like [?]
maybe on new years- stop!
(scatting)
[verse 8:]
you remind me of a bender back in ‘09
i remember when i met her in an old life
she remember all the [?] cold nights
i’m just glad that you remember that
i made a right bold choice
a nice full voice
a white boy dreamin
of a white rolls royce
can’t get my car started
rock a black crew neck with 80 tally marks on it
rolling through the valley blowing cali and a [?]
ring around the rosy with a pocket full of opiates
[?] got ready sweat
[?]
heavy set woah
drip drop, ready set go
i hope you meet someone dope
i hope you end up with a kid and a dog and a home
me? i’ll probably end up alone
and i promise i don’t mean to be a downer at all
but i’ll be fine on my own
i’ll be fine on my own
[outro:]
i’m on tour baby baby!
i’m on tour baby baby!
you think you’re gonna be sucked out
(i don’t think i’m gonna-)
you think you’re going to get sucked out!
(laughing)

- sam lachow

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