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letra de repercussions - snooze! [rapper]

(intro)
you leave a rash note on my mind
mama had dropped the keys, and i thanked her for wasting time
father had lived away, he wouldn’t have peace of mind
sisters sat in the backseat, they couldn’t see my cry
i do it all for a necklace and some wine
screeches of the tires, we were screaming from our eyes
minutes that i saw my pops, battle of the 5s
but you were 7 too, so im sorry for my advice, hoe

(verse 1)
i could be rapping bout dеath and despair and it would go right past ya
the second i got outta sеcond i went to my dad and he made me a rapper
i get it, my mom had a fallout, im not even 8, but i get the capture
i can’t speak sh-t if my parents are split, cus i didn’t have me a pastor
no i didn’t have me a therapist, but i doubled my life now i can’t resist
took me some time, now i care to miss, and i wish rapping ‘bout banging crips
and i wish i was rapping ‘bout cannabis, and i wish i was rapping ‘bout cans of this
but that sh-t really changed me, a fair assist, the family vices, like harrises
i can’t really ‘magine a life where i don’t think that i cry enough
where i don’t think that i’m fly enough, my parents said that i sighed enough
i ain’t wanna push it all only with my hands, just like i signed a bluff
when i was called racist for rapping, huh, that’s when i figured out i’m white enough
peace to peace to peace to peace to peace to peace to peace, yet we black to blue
i ain’t rapping rappin bout my nose, yet i’ll give it a mention, intentions, just like the crack renewed
cheers to the rappers with a stable fam, and if you ain’t may as well crack anew
f-ck how i look, f-ck how i rap, ease up the bat if i’m attacking you
(chorus)
i can’t- find no- reper- cussions
on the- floor and- then he- wasn’t
now he’s- rapping- like he’s- something
one paper and “the kid who was” wasn’t
i can’t- find no- reper- cussions
on the- floor and- then he- wasn’t
now he’s- rapping- like he’s- something
one paper and “the kid who was” wasn’t

(verse 2)
i had a kid tell me he kept a k, said if i talk he’d up it to my face
i ain’t say sh-t, they blamed it on race, cus i’m a white kid in the 7th grade
but he moved up, that same kid tryna buy new stuff
so yeah, f-ck yall, i ain’t do enough, he rap but he ain’t like too tough
i could be rapping bout death and despair and it would go straight thru yall, yea
i could be rapping bout family terrors and i’d runner up for the “new soft”, yea
f-ck all the “presevere”, i can sleep with a cord and sit in my room shot, yea
yall don’t wanna f-ck with me? do not
i can’t really ‘magine a life where i do think that i rap enough
what’s snooze!, the second i near died i tried to start to pull rapping off, yea
the minute i did something good, i did it again and took all the passion off
but- sh-t- i said my own name, now i gotta be the next laughing stock
peace to peace to peace to peace to peace to peace to peace, now we back to black
take blue out and you got nothing left but a girl, and i don’t know- a couple raps?
now im playin songs online for 100 d-mn people and maybe a couple claps
said black is better than blue, but i can’t lie, i didn’t ask for jack
(chorus)
i can’t- find no- reper- cussions
on the- floor and- then he- wasn’t
now he’s- rapping- like he’s- something
one paper and “the kid who was” wasn’t
i can’t- find no- reper- cussions
on the- floor and- then he- wasn’t
now he’s- rapping- like he’s- something
one paper and “the kid who was” wasn’t

- snooze rapper

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