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letra de get out! - scarub

want for nothing…

[verse 1]
curb side service, drop and go, no luggage checked
carry on earth’s surface, got a stroll like i own this sh-t
i savvy travel, skid-addle, dabble a bit, then scramble
sally forward through allies, catty-corners, and tunnels
breaching zones, i reach and roam what’s shown when tv’s on
a beast that feast upon, beats he’s thrown, then speaks in poems
ease along the streets, my karma’s peace, i’m on some reap what’s sewn
to each his own, performing songs with heat that leaves the speakers blown
another day at work, and yet i’m taking off
a model citizen, that runway’s my catwalk

front of the plan like a fighter pilot riding high
over head weather clear or cloudy, i be
mileage compiling while gliding to islands
sky is the limit, i’m frequently flying

test drive a plan, joy ride a jet
p-ssing through, what’s popping, nice to drop in, just pit stopping
city swapping often, like bar hopping, watch me screech on down your block and
it ain’t a option, carpe diem till i want for nothing

spinning the globe on the trigger finger, figure
get up and go, and adventure out the window
when on the road pure ascension, watch a winner
balling or broke, new dimensions i will enter
stamps all over the p-ssport, looking like a nascar
orbiting the maps far reaches
surfing on sofas and couches in foreign hang-outs
crashing house parties on beaches

no bikini lines, that’s the naked truth
or martini lines, a selected few, somewhere out recluse
no ceilings or blinds, heaven is our roof, or meaning of time
no such thing as rules, no this ain’t taught in schools

life is a journey and i am in root of it
intuitive movement for lucrative proceeds to propel my purpose for doing sh-t
ingenuitive, just p-ssing through, don’t trip, the world is turning, now what you gone do with it?
stroller to gurney, from cradle to grave yard shift
me, i fool with it, break all the rules and dip
i just cruz and get in where i choose to fit

[verse 2]
over oceans flying, coast to coast, i’m island skipping
i’m just gliding far and wide and riding by on a jet engine
life’s ambitions, so addicting, sky high, great heights i’m hitting when
blood, sweat and tears pays off when i collect and cash in them checks
my balance like yoga pimping, hold my position, feel upliftment
when reaching for the sun, moon, and stars, enjoy the stretch

over and out of your area, way out of reach, i’m in flight breaking barriers
made bounds and leaps through a mic and a stereo
hustle for keeps, on the grind till they bury me, got these…

gears turning, spinning wheels within wheels
midnight oil burning, working, birth ideas and then build them
invent, envisions, of me living, sprawled out where i please
wanting for nothing but the finer things for me and my children

work on the move, on a mission for loot, vagabond breaking through
grab the cash and vamoose
nothing to prove, i’m just dashing en route, with a plan to re-coup
all the time i been doing this
in lieu of just working in cubicles, choosing whats suitable, jerked in a cruel abyss
my solution, to spit with a truth and roll, far as the future go
all while pursuing bliss

gotta master fire first, before you forge steel
gotta make the tools, that make the tools, before you make the wheel
gotta like these simpletons, before you get my spiel
hate me now, thank me later player, eventually yo will

live in he future right out of a dream
and i hustle, maneuver like i was a fiend
working the circuit for beans
circle the earth on a search for the finer of things
itching and money’s like calamine cream
ain’t no fiction, i’m hungry and journey for green
while i’m under the radar my hustle unseen, on the run for the paper
want for nothing

- scarub

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