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letra de check kenny - serengeti

[verse 1: serengeti]
daisy’s back in town, she’s returned from almost twenty years
ain’t seen her since calamity, she’s taller now and dresses weird
well not weird, but you can tell, she’s even beyond new york
a whole lot of odd tattoos, her neck is long like a stork
and she sang a song, tunnel vision, the world’s around me black
all about my dually j and how she isn’t coming back
rather that, she ain’t been here since 1993
everything was unreal, i found the part with 6e
i went away, i saved a stash, bought a buick reatta, cash
got a job, a breakfast truck, 94 overpass
i walk to work, i tape my thoughts on little micro tape i bought
minnesota’s winter’s cold, i’m 57 years of old
every day my dually j, i gave away my [?] bones
i press record and now it’s stored [?]
i walk to work, 4am, not a place to park the car
3200 west of western, i look at the stars

[chorus]
i got drops, i got drops
i got, got, got drops
i got drops, i get
i drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops
i drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops

[verse 2: serengeti]
one day i slipped on the ice, thought i almost broke my wrist
ice was hid beneath the snow, plus my brooks, they got no grip
i’m limpin’ home, [?] , make it back to my abode
elevator goin’ up, wrist swollen, fingers cold
my pad is small, twin bed, vhs, a couple fl!cks
i get, sometimes, twenty-three, an hvr, i play with it
but then i, i just eat spaghetti, frozen bag of green beans
foggy memories, brazil, julie’s face is peaceful still
reach down and grab my tape, record my thoughts so i can sleep
gotta be at the overpass, 10 to 5, six days a week
second pair of wet jeans, dryin’ by the radiator
bulls winter starter jacket, busted by the percolator
where’s my tape, i think it’s gone, i see my jacket pocket’s ripped
routines can be over turned, one step, one fateful slip
holiday after holiday, days turn to a couple years
i even left the city and the raucous, happy, city cheer
used to be kenny dennis, best friends with morena curtis
and my brother t, lamont, and my mother b
i guess it’s sorta weird, a person just disappears
packs up and leaves, i thought j was overseas

[chorus]
i got drops, i got drops
i got, got, got drops
i got drops, i get
i drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops
i drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops

- serengeti

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