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letra de clocktower - shottie

[verse 1]

maybe i ain’t mature enough to make a classic
and a bag ain’t secure enough for me
to be pulling up in the latest fashion
but i don’t like how this story ends
so i’m in a delorean to trying to gain some traction
h-llo future, but doc brown said not now
we gotta focus on saving the clocktower
and biff tannen in the white house
so hill valley getting wiped out
the pale horse coming, so when they blare those trumpets
you better find a railroad and bail north running
i talk fly but i don’t carry no luggage
and no regret, i quit rap cause i don’t love it
and no one wept, now i’m rapping at 40 and sh-t
thinking i’m jay, i told my girl she was like “is you feeling okay?”
what, you feel it’s okay to chase a rap dream
while these black queens out here dying
and you appropriating culture
motivating vultures, to infiltrate
and all i could do is listen
cause even though i’m not what she’s trying to insinuate
she got a right to generate her own opinion
and to me it ain’t black and white
the whole worlds a shade of grey
the only sure thing is death and jordan’s fade away
so if this is the last dance than let me hold you close
and i can’t promise a ring, but believe i know the ropes, baby
(i’m telling you, man. it’s like… sometimes i feel like…)

[verse 2]

uh, maybe i ain’t mature enough to be committed
7 years deep and it was like i wasn’t even in it
told the new one that it’s gonna be a minute
it’s been a few now, she waiting but her patience ain’t gonna be infinite
and i’m just trying to keep from sinning
but when it’s getting thrown at you they don’t ask you
and now you got a devil on your shoulder
saying “bro, that’s you”
and the angel ain’t said a word
like f-ck it, “let him burn”
it ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson learned
yeah, it ain’t a cost it’s a credit earned
swerve, i’m in a benz with the black interior
that match the black in my soul
now that’s emo sh-t…
there’s too many people moving off of emotion
nemo sh-t, you just riding a sea motion
i’m in the deep ocean, where you could swim or drown
there’s too much bass in your sound
homie, simmer down
and get a blunt rolled, homie
and be humbled, homie
there’s mma gyms everywhere
half these b-tches can rumble, homie
you gotta know how to shut up and listen
or get shut off and missing, and cut off from all existence
yeah, you gotta know how to shut up and listen
or get cut off and missing, and get shut off from… uh

- shottie

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