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letra de liver cheese - sir bong toker

blunt inside my hand so i be coughing when i speak
and i can’t finish a thought without a pause inhale and wheeze
i’m coping fire trees sh-t that make you spit up black
i spit a rap or two that sh-t is nasty as the liver cheese

it’s dark without a gleam
i’m praying to my god but all i got is f-cking nada so is harder to believe

i don’t vibe with higher beings i confide in what i see
and what im seeing is a f-ck ton of the i mysеlf and me

i gotta lotta weed too
bong is barley see through
i been barley еating y’all been out to please ya sweet tooth
toker steady feigning mary leaf he needa breath soon
or god forbid he die a tragic death at like twenty two

raws up in my pocket but my papers onna tounge son
i ain’t ever bought no cigarette but i could bum one
sh-t my lungs a blaze but i can’t save em cause i love blunts
i love drinking rum outta bottle cause it’s f-ck cups
i been out the loop yall steady running while in place
and im close to crashing out
and i might punch you in your face
i might just shut them mouths that yall been running like relay
tell y’all once i tell yall twice but i won’t say that sh-t again

i’m posted in the bathroom ripping nic and cheffing carts
i pray to both my gods before i tear my lungs apart
but ain’t n0body answer i ain’t far from where i started
i’m r-t-rded or i really hold no place inside his heart

i pray this liver cheese is thick enough stay in one peice
it been getting thinner since my lungs is getting dumb weak
think i need chill out with my vices indecisive
do i split up out this lane or do i let the devil tounge speak

(so this is liver cheese)

(mmmmmm)

the flow is kinda nasty like the liver cheese
cadence h-lla nice
lyrics buzz like nicotine
ain’t n0body in this b-tch is near as high as me
h-lla close but ain’t no smoke from the cigar you wet the leaf
blunt inside my hand so i be coughing when i speak
and i can’t finish a thought without a pause inhale and wheeze
i’m coping fire trees sh-t that make you spit up black
i spit a rap or two that sh-t is nasty as the liver cheese

my god is rng
or at least it feel like it drunk and higher than the tweakers i see walking down the street

my supply is growing thinner by the minute plug asleep
and imma need this sh-t i walk a mile in winter for a 3

and sh-t id even walk straight to the plug with broken feet
for like a half an ounce and a cracked stale and broken swisher sweet
i’m really not a man that gone playing bout his weed
so if i let you tap my blunt you better savor every seed

but tell me do it please you
smoking like a fein do
i been thinking not im pretty sure my lungs agree too
sh-t im coughing black up smoking roaches and tabacco
but i love it im conflicted asking jesus what would he do

he prolly throw it all away
all the weed and all the drank
and every single scr-pped tabbaco wrap he find inside the tray
every single tab of acid i ain’t put tounge on
every bong and every jar that i ain’t ever get the chance to break
he say the liver cheese is h-lla nasty like that nicotine
and plus its hard to unaquire taste that’s in your dreams
but working to spit out that hefty bite that’s in yo t–th
is just the start of the road that gone lead yo ass to peace

im fighting with my demons every night i try to sleep
i hear em talking to each other strategizing lies deceit
i’m trynna tune em out and hear the lord that’s calling me
but every time i try to focus my brain redirect the scene

- sir bong toker

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