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letra de i can't stand it - steffon

[verse 1]
it’s the middle of the day
i need a fade since the afro’s played
the sides sticking out my cap
is long enough to braid
who’s got it made in the shade
it’s kojak and my [bozack?]
2 bald heads that know that
their hair will never grow back
its wack to have to go back week after week
reading old jett’s, waiting on your turn in the seat
so i call up all the homies with some clippers i know of
but trust them with my do, about as far as i can throw em’
so i pick out the top of my crop with my cake cutter
and take another trip to the barber shop
and once again its the same old dramatics
i walk in on some static
over which pro boxer was the baddest
between the barber cutting hair
and some old man customer just taking up a chair
so i stare, mad d-gg-ng they -sses
cause you know good and well
mike tyson would of mopped up c-ssius clay
or that other sugar ray
and any other has been from back in the day
i’m getting madder by the minute
cause i’m standing on my feet
plus some zombies and their mummies
are taking up a row of seats
and brother man in the chair has been there
for 45 minutes and ain’t close to finished
cause they doing more talking than fading
and got the rest of us waiting

[hook]
you better fade me up
because i need a cut

and stop trippin

trippin on me, trippin on me
why’s everybody always trippin on me

[verse 2]
now i’m on my way before recording
i’m sporting faded denims, ball cap
t-shirt and oh, jordans
i’m stopping at the store
because at this time its bud time
can i have a pack of skins
shaun replies what kind
don’t play me bruce there’s only 1 variety
this mood i’m in
i’ll send a lammy right in your eye will be
puffy so hurry i don’t have all day long
chocolate if it gives em’ up
first plan to jump on
she’s walking through the produce
searching for cold cuts
i step up, excuse me, (who me), yes you, (oh what)
i see you coming lonely
from then i’m thinking the only
way we could hook it up
is if you get to know me
she’s staring at a young guy
beat up from feet up
knowing its not the everyday
yeah, time for me too
find the ways of miss thing
we convod’ and hooked it up
(say can i have a toke of that)
don’t trip i’m bout’ to buck up

[hook]
trippin on me, trippin on me
why’s everybody always trippin on me

- steffon

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