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letra de pain is temporary - skeamer

[intro]
we ride, we roll, we [?]
let it rock, let it roll
[?] on the glow ’cause we [?]
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slow it down, it’s steady close
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[verse 1]
when we ride, your boy’s fly, we don’t miss shots (whoosh)
i’m like pogba with this hand ting, i l!ck shots
you know there’s thirty in this clip, i’ll take your wristw-tch (brrt)
n-ggas p-ssy, man, they crumble, they get picked off
you ain’t biased, stop the talkin’, man, there’s levels
and i’m a brudda, but i grew up with them devils
you know my vibe, i step right, my ting st-rdy
my heart cried, man, they gave my n-gga thirty (free him)
i’m a menace to society, i love my hood
i get my bally and my gloves, come we see what’s good
i’m a menace to society, still suffer with anxiety
uh, but they feel my ting
i’ll smoke you in the main street, i’ll backroad you
i got my ‘hood on my back, yeah, they count on me
i can never let them down, it’s why i go so hard
pain is temporary and life is scars
you ever ran from a shootin’ and then sirens ringin’?
laughin’ with your darg like, “i hope we did him”
see the venom in my face when i barked it off
take the mash to the spot and park it off
i dropped a sh-ll on my nan’s floor and masked it off
i changed my clothes, called a cab and i scarped off
there’s blue lights in the rear, is it me or not? (me or not?)
my heart’s beatin’ fast, am i paro’ or not?
[interlude]
we ride, we roll, we [?]
let it rock, let it roll

[verse 2]
you ain’t built like-you ain’t built like me, i can bank on it
i see death, i just smile, i never run from it
i know backster got my kids, man, he’s so solid
skore beezy and reapz, you know my team’s horrid
i miss velly man, i know he’s seen team on it (team on it)
wrecker, that’s my brother, but we argue
they gotta k!ll me if they ever wanna harm you (they gotta k!ll me if they ever wanna harm you)
corn-corn-corn flys for the guys, man, we risk it all
man down, man down when i grip this tool
hearin’ voices in my head sayin’, “don’t do that”
but my heart speaks differently, man, i’m lettin’ it slap
we lost so many soldiers along the way
that i hope and pray they never died in vain
if you’re not from the roads, you can never relate
fruge was a g, i wanna see him again
them mandem doin’ birds, man, i miss them deeply
that’s why i send money and they ring me weekly
you wouldn’t understand
we a family by choice and they call us a gang

- skeamer

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