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letra de cherry orange - smokeytheghost

ya’ll need drugs break (2)
ya’ll need (3)

(chorus: smokey the ghost & aerate sound)
but then the gr-ss is never greener for the one that cut the turf
and that’s why i spark a cherry
f-ck the world
and then the flowers always sweeter, for the one that crush the bud
and that’s why i spark a cherry
f-ck the world
but then the gr-ss is never greener for the one that cut the turf
and that’s why i spark a cherry
f-ck the world
and then the flowers always sweeter, for the one that crush the bud
and that’s why i spark a cherry
f-ck the world

i guess we all need drugs
(belly bottom)
ya’ll need drugs
(disregarded)
i guess we all need drugs
(dwell in darkness)
ya’ll need…
cherry orange
yall need drugs
(belly bottom)
i guess we all need drugs
(disregarded)
i guess we all need drugs
(dwell in darkness)
ya’ll need…
cherry orange

(verse 1: smokey the ghost)
i guess we all need drugs, break petty armors
26 of every august
have some pity on us, i’ll be very honest
feel the worlds r-t-rded

(mumbles and lights joint)

guess my humbleness mistaken to be petty hearted
and i stumble into people acting disregarded
when life is full of dangers that are still evolving
survival of the fittest is the very problem
yet pretty darn sure, that i’ve been regardless
the sun of my mother set cherry orange
i’m semi-conscious, that the zen dissolves in
put a pretty nice girl, in a pretty coffin
ýa’ll need drugs in the belly bottom, all these words that i wear, spelling garments
why you struggling to fly, still dwell in darkness
when our minds hold the keys to any carpet
so jealous of the fellas that are writing acapellas when the ones doing choruses, never did a verse
we born to be a choir and inherit him and her’s
why hammer on chisel when the stone can never trust
i sculpt a human being and i’m left with only dust
my nerves are made of steel and my tears can never trust
as we run the race of races why we fighting to be first
cause when we reach the finish, i diminish into dirt
sometimes on the fast lane, you let the car cruise
let go of the steering bobbleheads nod too
cause when i went to school, the teacher taught me alphabets, i smoke only the ws, tryna find the juice
dissolve a bit of a, in the water, set me free
i’m so confident of myself, i don’t need to sniff the cs
# tagging what i breathe, magician of belief, but can you spot a cherry orange
oh sh-t i got it
guess we all need…

- smokeytheghost

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