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letra de idneysay - sidney phillips & chazaiya

[part i]

[intro]
yeah, i’m like

[verse 1]
i’m like mark moran, i’m like gangitano
i’m like tony cause i leave ’em inanimado
wake up every day feeling like i’m gustavo
sid the sick c-nt life aficionado
off the lsd in a flow state
walking down the street at 4am in a irtskay
and no i won’t call you irsay
why you think that you above me in the first place?
stop acting so estupido
i’m in the cone zone with the c-nt luis though
and we rollin blunts puttin in 3 g’s bro
think you high c-nt, you ain’t high like me though
c-nt, you think you fly like sidney?
wake up every day and wanna f-cking die like sidney?
brah, you can’t get high like sidney
you can’t get by without even f-cking trying like sidney
wake up every day knowing life’s not airfay
walking down my street, every c-nt just arestays
thinking… who’s this c-nt in the maxies
smokin’ on a j as they walk all relaxedly?
who’s this c-nt in the dolce’s
boss talks to me like i’m still in the 1st grade
sidney c-nt i’m always in first place
who’s the goat c-nt did you mean who’s idneysay?
who’s this bloke in the tommy
pulling cones in the back of the v8 commy?
i’m a pretty b-tch and i’m deadset
i’m stealthy to death and adlay ain’t dead yet
who’s this bloke with the ralph socks
sickest c-nt to ever come out of aus hip hop
do you c-nts even know what a chop is?
who’s sidney? that’s like asking who god is
[part ii]

[sample]
you all a bunch of f-ckin’ assh0l-s. you know why? you don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be? you need people like me. you need people like me so you can point your f-ckin’ fingers and say, “that’s the bad guy.” so..what that make you? good? you’re not good. you just know how to hide, how to lie. me, i don’t have that problem. me, i always tell the truth. even when i lie. so say good night to the bad guy! come on. the last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you

[verse 2]
all these c-nts hatin’ on me
while i make a couple bands by my lonely
c-nts think they know me they’ll never ever know me
c-nt you ain’t stealthy, so you ain’t my brodie
since august i felt like a junkie
always picking up once i touch a bit of money
and then the bud runs out an’ i’m stressin’
scr-pe the billy out, smokin’ up the resin
since 13 obsessed over death
always there when there’s not any other choice left
(i) i contemplate it, i try and stay sedated
but it comes back every single day and i f-cking hate it
what would you think finding sidney phillips dead?
in my room, make some unetays, f-cking take my meds
then i go on a ission, pull some cones and then
go home and i just wanna k!ll myself again
(and) and when i’m older gonna die from melanoma
or die from suicide like a f-cking loner
used to be depressed used to be a stoner
still depressed but at least now i’m sober
still eat my opps up for breakfast
inferior my earrings and it’s on the necklace
picture sidney pulling up in a lexus
meanwhile i’m still broke and i’m still chequeless
picture me all alone in my room
no help and no clue what the f-ck to do
sometimes i don’t see the point in life
let my wrists bleed out or i’ma overdose
guarantee sidney gonna haunt you as a ghost
picture me zonin’ out surrounded by a cloud of smoke
picture me as the goat when i’m gone
and i thank god my life don’t gotta f-cking last long

- sidney phillips chazaiya

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