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letra de lo fried - sleepyboy homeless

[sleepyboy homeless]
when i walk up in tha spot, blunt hot, wrist watch with a woodstock
f-ck a thot i just want the b-ss to f-cking drop
when i pop a f-cking cap in my mouth
do it for the fun all these other rappers do it for the clout

that’s just not what i’m about, drinking booze, smoking loud
gettin loose with the homies i deserve a f-cking trophy
let it burn so slowly till the room gets smokey
now all these other non weed smokers f-cking owe me

i can see they’re getting dopey, others might say they’re f-cking fried
told em hit it once, that it’s just a cigarette don’t stress
so sorry homie but i f-cking lied

no you’re not gunna die, just enjoy being high, you only get one life(x2)
so you should hit it twice

im living pay to pay
and they wonder why i gotta smoke this weed today
and they wonder why i gotta have a drink
i can’t socialise no energy to think

one blink turning into a nap man i need some -ssistance
i can hear molly calling me in the distance
feeling like a god in an instant
sh-t i guess im just a f-cking delinquent

[cruz]
little mother f-cker taking more, still walk through the door, never could guess i’m always looking better than before, my mind it explores, with a fire she goes my feelings they froze from the smoke that i blow, and even though i know ill be back and i go, back for some dough, try to end up on a high, and ill hit it on the fly, when you’re taken for the ride not so long til you’re fried, sun through the windows, eyes in the shadows, cruzy mother f-cker getting lit from the hydro, acting all cool, from the chill, thats the white snow. but i always end up back to the endo. how i gone stress when i’m puffing on the best feeling blessed when i open up a chest, how i gone rest when i’m lucid like a test, energy through my chest, line another i’m possessed, how i gone guess where i end up, living life with no f-cks, living life with no love. living life like i’m rough, from the pills and the dust, my eyes they glow up, my body its hot, sweating a lot, man molly she rocks, coming down i’m thinking another or not, another or not, i’m thinking another or not

- sleepyboy homeless

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