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letra de lungfull - shysta

[intro]
sorry if it smells boy, i got a lot a sh-t to say
i been feeling like success is just a lick away
but sometimes i’m only moving bout a tick a day
no prescriptions i can’t fix this with a sip a day

[verse 1]
i got a brazy flow
but i ain’t bang about it
i seen some blood tho
so i might sing about it
got a fossil that don’t spin
i’m hopeless
i been waiting for the clock to tick
that’s what hope is
i got my lungs full so i could float with outta boat, cuz
keep my sh-t hot so i could cope with outta coat, yus
gotta keep it tight so i could rap just like a rope, huh
pull it all together lead my people to the focus

[chorus]
i see the wave
i see the wave
i see the wave i face
i see the wave
i see the wave
i see the wave i face
got to weed away
got to weed away
got to weed way those fakes
got to weed away
got to weed away
got to weed way those fakes

[verse 2]
its like all the true-say got mixed with dusse
f-ck what you you say
the hearsay is on a loop, aye
i might just hit the booth today
and spit it off my toupee
take a puff do a shot and then b-mp the new ye
i been going crazy lately
exhibition for the ribbon
wanna take a breath
but i’m afraid they kick my ribs in
chin crimson, they can’t stop my rhyming
so centripetal, they can’t stop whats spinning
why i gotta be forgiven for just winning
like i stuck the d-ck in
bruh i’m just a penman
one who’s always pending
mad when i defend em
now they wanna treat my life
like it’s a referendum
why you think you get to cast a vote
when you can’t even mast a boat
you gotta stay around a lil while
if you wanna faster flow
my latest sh-t is masterful
but potential is fast to go
and things are not retractable
thats just been a fact of my life

[verse 3]
i’m like a buoy with the gooey situations
my patience aching
chop suey till my tomb
that’s my lazy baking
reporting to my basics
when i’m h-rny like an ape is
corneas need lasix
and the boy just need some aces in my hand
thought i needed aces on exams
i just need some faces in my hand
or some traces in the sand
won’t get blown away when raiders come to fan
hold the weight, feel the pressure, let the forces motivate
i got a eighth up in my van
black stains all on my hand
i been scr-ping out the bowl
cause’ if i waste it ill be d-mned
save the lung fulls for weak days
and bowl packs for long weeks
hit the gas on the wrong streets
fast forward through the delays
p-ss forward on the relays
cash out on the re-up
packed down with my feet up

- shysta

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