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letra de this mexican (american) life - speak

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[intro]
i would like to
welcome everybody to
another episode of
a man and his plants

[hook]
strike up the band (yeah)
smack up your man (yeah)
stack up the bands, all glory to god (god?)
all glory to me (yeah)
b-tch, i ain’t chance, a man and his plants
corduroy pants
now i’m so grown
i was so sick of american livin’, i pack up my sh-t, just appear and i’m gone

[verse]
i -ss-ssin down that avenue, thinkin’ revenue
fingernails filthy from that cocaine residue
who am i supposed to be? what am i supposed to do?
if you came up in that murder murder, you would feel me too
bulletproof vest when i ride (ride)
long dark hair, brown eyes (eyes)
and the bullsh-t i survived
made me so cold inside
so i turn up the heat and start bustin’
a pisces, i’m sent to the thuggin’ (yeah)
and you can’t back up all the sh-t that you talk
but i can, you b-tches not nothin’, yeah
so bring in the h-rns, the devil reborn
i was broken and torn, in love with the p-rn
in love with the flesh, i look good in the mesh
and leather and lace, groove with the murderin’ pace
ending the early debates like future who movin’ the b-ss
smokin’ these crates, i did it with gentleman’s grace
give me the sp-ce to grow
lettin’ you know that i’m in the zone
oh, you stackin’ some bread like it’s jenga?
now i’m a latin pop singer (yeah)
my girl and my att-tude meaner, huh
had to switch up my demeanor, two facin’ like harvey dent
you bent out of shape, i came out the gate with a rage
all i be seein’ these days, i’ve psychiced empires with blood on their hands and their fangs, look
if you – think you – drainin’ – me of – energy, you not
i got – silver – bullets – loaded – up
every – liquid – shot, yeah
windows so big in my crib, my hope feel like a solar flare
my aura beams are gold, i swear, stashed with drugs and tupperware
dancin’ in the underwear, then bowin’ some reggaeton
used to drink the wine alone in my solitary zone
no nirvana or latin americana, got a thing for speaking spanglish, pero no entiendes nada
why even bother? communication just k!lled us now
they used to sleep on us, but oh, they feel us now

[bridge]
i need to feel you now
need to feel you now
need to feel you now

[hook]
strike up the band (yeah)
smack up your man (yeah)
stack up the bands, all glory to god (god?)
all glory to me (yeah)
b-tch, i ain’t chance, a man and his plants
corduroy pants
now i’m so grown
i was so sick of american livin’, i pack up my sh-t, just appear and i’m gone

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