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letra de attitud3 - sicario

i turn my sorrow to sadness and my excitement to gladness
time keeps on slipping by,
distorting my mind as i descent into madness
sipping champagne outta glasses and chalice
my breath has me losing my focus
and falling off my feet and my balance
never ever sober always high off the smoke from the gladness
make a lotta money hoping that i get enough to buy a big palace
start bragging to my friends about affordable fashion
hate being humble but i also hate bragging
peep out the body i′m dragging
peep out the murder rate flashin
check out the stock market crashing
he peepped the knife that i flashed him
f-ck around with me get a closed casket,
asking me to knife fight old old fashioned,
no no tear in my eye when my pistol just blasted

thinking that these women know me better than i know myself,
take my f-cking life and put it on a shelf,
if i make a lotta money gotta keep it to myself,
don’t give a f-ck about you or anybody else,
i was locked up and out my mind it was harder than anything you′ve
ever felt, like smoking pcp my
nerve endings in my brain burn and melt,

thinking that these women know me better than i know myself
take my f-cking life and put it on a shelf
where would i be b, without my fans and clientele
tossing pennys down a f-cking wishing well
wish me well
never snitch
never tell
broke my heart like a bell let it ring
putting powder in your body but you didn’t feel a thing

putting powder in your body but you didn’t feel a thing
catch an attitud3 with me?
dodging needles in the streets
hanging bullets from jeans
dodging demons in dreams
need a meal need a eat
need some gold up in my t–th
spilled some soda on my feet,
yo homie cleaned it up had him l!ck it up on his knees,
smacked with him jesus piece
looking up like jesus please
want 2 start some beef with me?

thinking that these women know me better than i know myself,
take my f-cking life and put it on a shelf,
if i make a lotta money gotta keep it to
myself, don′t give a f-ck about you or anybody else
i turn my sorrow to sadness and my excitement to gladness
time keeps on slipping by,
distorting my mind as i descent into madness
sipping champagne outta glasses and chalice
my breath has me losing my focus
and falling off my feet and my balance
never ever sober always high off the smoke from the gladness
make a lotta money hoping that i get enough to buy a big palace
start bragging to my friends about affordable fashion
hate being humble but i also hate bragging
peep out the body i′m dragging
peep out the murder rate flashin
check out the stock market crashing
he peepped the knife that i flashed him
f-ck around with me get a closed casket,
asking me to knife fight old old fashioned,
no no tear in my eye when my pistol just blasted

- sicario

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