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letra de star bucks - seth sentry

[intro]
yo
super cool tree house
oi

[verse]
weird guy (yeah)
tryna read the package on this beard dye
i just took a nap, and my career died
throw the whole diary in the trash and watch the years fly
(dude, i can’t believe it’s f-cking may already) yeah
i don’t fast travel when my enemies are nearby (nah)
i just try to make a base camp like it’s queer eye (woo), long dead
bong head, cleaning out the cobwebs
here to slap a fortune teller till my palms rеad
’cause sh-t ain’t in the stars like my chart said
upsеt, talking to my gun like i’m judge dredd (shoot)
get paid out, rap sh-t’s played out (cha-ching)
tried to go fade out, but i don’t know the way out (huh?)
so tell your favourite rapper, “go and pack up early”
i’m running laps and doing jumping jacks, and burpees
to smoke you like a pack of peter jackson 30s
i turned my tax attorney into taxidermy (ayy)
if i don’t feel it, k!ll it; if i don’t need it, beat it
don’t send me it, i mean it, i’m too conceited, “he went
off the deep end”, depends how you mean it
sleeping in my sea bed, cthulhu, i make ’em sea squid
yo, i got my feet wet, love crafting a sequence
eat up a foe like viets, blup, new achievement
p.s. don’t try to sneak diss, i won’t give you no free hit
i will punch you so hard in the heart that it makes the beatswitch, remix! (ayy)
i can’t help it, i’m zero to one thousand
i hear all them c-nts tell me they’re sick, but it’s munchausen
i swear if they cuss round me i’m slapping the f-ck out ’em
i drop albums and fl!ck through the racks like i’m just browsing (ayy)
i got a girl in my palm: cortana (ooh)
when i die, let me resp-wn: valhalla (yeah, yeah)
yeah, every day, same cold harbour
heads get severed like a mark, then i’m rolling up a number
f-ck a mill check, i don’t need the data (yeah)
see me throw a last thumbs up from the lava (yeah, yeah)
i just wanna die doing drugs in a bathtub
of a motel by myself, or a starbucks
“now, put a couple shots in my grande frappuccino matcha” (ayy)
they call me mr (yeah), mr moronic (uh-huh)
i try chill but i feel psychotic (yo!)
slap a gold ring from a rapper like sonic (yeah)
then i put my hog into your hedge, girl, f-ck it (uh-huh
ayy) wait, back the f-ck up like onyx
i got a list, i can fit more on it
get sk!lled or you gets k!lled, who want it?
now, get the f-ck off my comet, run it

- seth sentry

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