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letra de and colourful skies - shadow carter戴

speaking that sh-t that’s written
spitting it off the dome (word)
gripping a chrome that’s fitted
that’s how they speak get litty!
aye i’m in this b-tch come feel me
they couldn’t comfort me (nah)
that money don’t comfort me (nah)
that b-tch don’t comfort me (b-tch)
they boutta come for me (word)
like i got a fee to pay (word)
i pay it in grief i do when you die
they gon grieve for you?
all the sh-t you did to counter your sins
counting the money and counting the benz’s
money is trending counting your money
but they couldn’t count on you
defeating my demons even the devil he cried
took of this halo of mine
encountered the beast inside
you couldn’t tame us
not even isolation could contain us
count on you
got no friend’s they do not come around (aye)
though i’m not hard to find (nah)
i’m where they found me at (word)
deep in the slumps where the thugs react
when things get rough when they get gassed
and pull yo card tilt the odds outta yo favor play no favorites (aah)
spiraling down that phase (huh)
i got no idols i got eyes though i roll down the street (aye)
take that frown off me (ay)
souls deceased (huh) beneath my feet
ya laying on concrete (aye)
they gon bump me f-ck it it’s slump season
but i’m still conscious! (aye)
living this life like i’m immortal
going through changes took off the scope
now life is aimless writing down hope on these pages
shackled in steel not a slave ship talking bout ice on my d-mn wrist
lost in my mind like a tourist
still a traveling man battling tides
defeating my demons even the devil he cried
took of this halo of mine
encountered the beast inside you could not tame us
not even isolation could contain us
not even isolation could contain us
all the sh-t you did to counter your sins
counting the money and counting the benz’s
money is trending counting your money
but they couldn’t count on you
count on you
yea conversating with god yeah
overcame all the odds yeah
young kid from the ghetto been real since no meals
and short cuts through thee alleys cyphers on my block
the rooftop was the weed spot
we got lifted rolled weed in our rizlas we’re gifted
but to broke to be gifted on christmas
that’s some real sh-t but reality that we delt with
they doubt it quick but we flipped this sh-t
found our way with no compasses

- shadow carter戴

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