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letra de lost in the sauce - shaun lib

intro:
“yo what’s popping, kids? what’s new? what’s going on? how you doing?”

‘yo man, peep all this off-white!’

“well, that’s cool, i mean…”

‘check out this supreme!’

“that’s, thats dope…”

‘yo cop some bape and mumble for us, what the f-ck is this sh-t?’

“yo… who the f-ck are you to be telling me what to do? like what is this sh-t?…”

verse 1:
ayo i’m lost in fetuccine but never sing like a fredo
mold myself after the greats, this is my playdoh (plato)
philosophical, look for the meaning of life
y’all boys impastas (imposters), luckily i’m steaming the rice
ight
check it, middle cl-ss, momma’s bad credit
wealth is steady on my mind, socialism, imma spread it
bread and the b-tter, comradery out the gutter
longshot? i’m a putter, yo my brother did i stutter?
get the cutter, mix, master, soon as i spit
nick made this beat, lib leave it dead in a ditch
i’m drunk with power, always keep my head on a fifth
in this life, you got two choices: either dead or you rich
so toss the marinara, bolognese, panameras
white boy, michael cera, pun’s son, bring the terror
porsche of m-ss proportions?, yo that’s a carrera
if ya fav ain’t me then he’s a high-heel wearer
b-tch

bridge:
“yo, like are you guys f-cking with that or…”

‘where the f-ck were the hi-hats?’

‘yo where the f-ck is the 808 at?’

‘bro, bro, you f-cking- you didn’t mention
you didn’t mention a b-tch, a blunt, sipping syrup…
like bro we don’t want them f-cking bars out here in these streets cuh…’

-instrumental pause/beat switch-

bridge:
“yo so is this what you want?
is this what you f-cking want?
nah, it ain’t what you want
but imma give you what you f-cking need.”

verse 2:
yo, let me bluntly honest, i ain’t here for your taste
imma keep it a buck like giannis with this hand in ya face
handing out verbal -ss-whoopings, while all of these tracks cooking
for every rapper up in the street who been trash, woofing
i’m pro-solidarity, let me provide clarity
supporting every brother, but n-body here scaring me
hearing me? get the message, get away, leave me be
cause i’m the hardest in the capital, letter to pvd
you want the smoke?, then i’m possessing the gun
lyrical k!ller if provoked, i ain’t ya average thun
save this for the reigny days, cause my thunder will come
along with a spot up on the throne, and a pile of ones
i’m done!
no more shadow puppets, i’m the gepetto
pulling strings up in the bucket, like the triggers in ghettos
five fingers up on the mic, seven figures to settle
goodbye to that bottom level and adios to the devils, aye

outro:
y’all are lost in the sauce
not for long
y’all are lost in the sauce
not for long
my advice to you: pick a pen and write a song
cause it’s all gonna end: wave or the underdawg
y’all are lost in the sauce
not for long
y’all are lost in the sauce
not for long
it’s all gonna end: year of the underdawg
this year is for the underdawg, underdawgs

- shaun lib

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