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letra de whats your name - spilt milk (rap)

[bridge: spiltmilk]
catch me on the next go round the circle of life
i can’t go back in time so forward thinking has to lean right
the world spins, the world’s spent
the world was spent

[chorus: phresche & spiltmilk]
on to the next summer love, keeping your attention is tough
on to the next summer love
feelings change like the seasons, but what’s the rush
i’m ten toes down six feet under, its diamonds you crush

[post-chorus: spiltmilk]
when’s it going to cl!ck, when’s it going to cl!ck
when’s it going to cl!ck, when’s it going to cl!ck
we could all be jesus, we went from peace from pieces
we went from peace to pieces

[verse: spiltmilk]
spiltmilk the sinless; from wine to winnin’, my time i shifted
my mind i lifted, past mount olympus; i’ve p-ssed on dimes and pennies
we charity, we could all be jesus; you trust your weakness more than you trust your thinkin’
we went from peace to pieces, see the need you seekin’
goes deeper than the weekends
lord giveth and lord taketh away
i pray to god my lord stay in my spirit not outer sp-ce
i pray to god the false prophets didn’t make a flat earth that don’t rotate
i pray to god our false prophets don’t actually make it to outer sp-ce
i defied confinement
besides -ssigned aligned indictment
i paper chase the pages so i don’t face the giant
go ahead and get your ice, antarctica rothschild island
that’s why i stay high, cuz you’re an angel
and i won’t let your wings go to waste
but when you fly by, you cross my mind
always lookin’ the other way
aye, but ain’t nothin’ free but death
life’s a gamble and you can’t turn down a bet
but we been indebted since man met the threat to match ya
ain’t nothin’ certain but death and taxes
god ain’t a player, god’s the game
what’s your name; don’t be a game changer, we all famous
they in ya head, they in ya head
i’m ten toes down six feet under, they in ya head
my summer love’s were cl-ster f-cked, my time till fall was up
i overjumped, the brakes were pumped

[verse: spiltmilk]
i seal the scars on some cheap cigars
nickle bags and dimes, but we livin’ large
ain’t have a dollar and a dream, i got this from god
he said nothin’s free in life, ‘less you talented boy
i ain’t prideful i’m mindful, i don’t rifle my rivals
my arrival’s survival, so don’t trip on that mine pool
i don’t dial your t-tle, recital on idle
i idol your side, don’t break the recycle
i know i shouldn’t ride with the temptation
but i gotta test out all the women
i’m here right now against all odds, i’m even faithful
oddly lying but i’m even minded, finding balance but i’m one-sided
i don’t fly private, i’m autopilot
i’m nearsighted don’t mind it, i’d be fine if i was blinded
i’m confined so you’ll never blindside me
to catch up they all gotta rewind me
i grew up on the syrup so i joke ’cause i’m sippin’ slow
i’m sippin’ slow
h-ll downhill from there on the slippery slope
imma p-ss the note when it’s murder she wrote
work for your mold, the truth will unfold; i sleep in my clothes
dress for the job you want, dreams sweeter than gold
i was done with the school, enough of that
i really learned how to pick up a f-ckin’ bag

- spilt milk rap

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