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letra de hourglass - sebastian dark

[intro]
man its that hourgl-ss sh-t
you know what i’m saying man time just keeps flying man
yeah yeah..

[verse: sebastian dark]
dude got shot in the mall thank god they didn’t see my arrival
it’s almost like i read that sh-t, like chapter 7 in the holy bible
i’ve said bad sh-t, could’ve got my life tooken by that rifle
i still wish i was in the skies, higher than the eiffel
gone through bad sh-t as a kid, god is my witness
i just want the peace man i keep wishing
these rappers projects be flopping, f-ck all you fishes
dated rachel that didn’t work out like not going to planet fitness
she like how many lambos you got, man i just spent three
i’m chilling with post malone with beer bongs in a bentley
they see me powered up put the weed in the blunt you haters confront man f-ck you c-nts i’m feelin this vibe i feel like i’m in front
took all of your loot, kick down your door
attack your whack -ss like a f-cking wild bore
smack that fat -ss i’m the one that chicks adore
its almost like she golfing she a f-cking bad sport
got bad b-tches wilder than the safari when you see cougars
as a kid i would always picture the good future
these b-tches f-ckin with me i let them ride like an uber
in hip-hop i’m the brewer, you bust slower than a luger
people think suicide’s funny its a shame, its do or die
from sp-ce i’m splitting time its wild like einstein’s sp-ce time
never cared about the money or the fame, oh wait do i?
i hit you with these rhymes from many miles man i call that a bullseye
walking in charlotte, i have all these fools attention
i see these b-ms showing bad cl-ss like school detention
raised in a bad hood i see meth in kitchens
funny when i get fame and they all listen like cool mentions
yet this mothaf-ckin blonde hair hates me, do you think i give a f-ck? when i be hitting you with these bars i be leaving all the men weak like cucks, b-tch that is your bad luck
yeah you actin like a vortex man you all suck
the river’s emotional with waves made of mercury
on time to spray your mind with some surrealist imagery
white boy in a poor family and stayed with bills like hillary
now we rockin with them greens we call that sh-t our celery
back on earth but before we saw the whole milky way
the second i’m flowing and rolling and going i’m going nuts like pay day
time flying by like an hourgl-ss its so strange
shootings in new zealand still so much negativity there’s no change
standing on gr-ss spitting bars and see the ground eroding
you kick me then i’ll kick back now i’m f-ckin reloading
i just want to keep on flowing, don’t talk sh-t you don’t own me or know me
how can i be lean with my homies when i ain’t got no codeine
b-tch you thinking i’m not one of the hardest just driving the charlotte i’m not gonna tarnish that’s r-t-rded, when we astronomical we become the main targets
i’m just fully charging spitting bars while the studio’s darkened
all these haters are b-tches they ain’t biting they just barking
f-ck all of this, make you shapeshift like an origami
i look around and see people with waves when i make tsunami’s
got a bad wife with a big -ss, wearing a dress thats versace
h-ll she could’ve won the grammy instead of cardi
got like twelve black boots on my bedroom floor
keith got two felonies a b-tch can’t afford anymore
you’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
make it rain in this motha f-cka got bands in the drawer
roaming the streets seeking jesus in a manger
fugitive, running from jakes, avoiding major danger
you say you the best rapper but to me you’re just a stranger
i’m fighting in this war while keith is making bangers
you owe yourself the best treats
gotta keep an ear out on the streets
the proof at the root is hidden beneath
but not these f-cking a4 sheets
d-mn these f-ggots make my trigger finger itch
yes sir, your texture is b-tch, bet’cha ya flinch
turn the ringer off and thank god for david lynch
bet if you were on a roster than your -ss stays on the bench
tonight is the night its all eyes on me
it ain’t no games, it’s gangsta, watch you gon’ see
so, you better freeze cause this mc in every degree
got all of this paper so sign this f-ckin peace treaty
i’m out man its the seb with that lefty squeeze with them hefty beats
i ain’t gonna let you be, i’ll rearrange your trajectory

- sebastian dark

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