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letra de the 'p' in psychology - sleeky junior

[hook]
i’m doing the most but you never see;
i’m saying the sane but you never hear;
where do we go now, where do we go now;
how do i live?
(x2)
i’m right in your eyes, i’m right in your eyes;
do you see me now?
i’m right in your lips; i’m right in your lips;
won’t you say me?
(x2)

[verse 1]
but the voice’ so mellow; though n0body wanna treat me like a fellow;
conscious rap is dubbed to be retro; speak the truth you’re labelled a zero;
death of life the only reminder; that a dude like me was a hero;
touching lives with words on the beat though; they ain’t never understood a hitta like me;
we stood bold on the beat though; only talking bout the things that would matter;
world standard, “dude you’re a rebel”; ah, devil on some other level;
great, i’ma set a new high score; god knows i’ma jump when i score;
“wh0r–talk” goes jumping for bore; good jump he dunks he scores;

[hook]

[verse 2]
everybody know a thing about god; everybody love a thing about god;
but you say it, “you’re a perfect lil’ thing”; well, that is what they all think;
i’ve been dreaming punchlines though i know god; 1-2 on the bag they scream;
when we talk about fees for the feed; or we talking bout loving the g;
i ain’t never understood a lotta logic; that would tell you i’m amused by the common…;
…sense of thought and basis of judgement; talking sense, so people don’t bounce;
death of life or death of a spectrum? death of life or death of your stardom? death of rap to stupid narrations; death of wack when i’m on the mic

[hook]

[verse 3]
stepped down for the sake of your sins, i; took rags for the sake of your pockets; got scarred for the sake of your skin, i; did that for the sake of your life;
hey boy, hey girl it’s me; i’m looking at you from the top of the world; speaking for you from the top of the heavens; i ain’t never crash in the comfort of heaven;
death of me the death of your death; birth of me the the calling of stars;
i myself arranging the stars; still you say i’m nothing but a myth;
look around, you call it mistake; get a t-tle, what a mis-take;
what you blame is way far fetched; what i’ve done you call it a stretch;

[hook]

- sleeky junior

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