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letra de w8 - student 1

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[verse 1]

my domicile, stuck in my dome

range in my talk that i tuck in a poem

like “who tf u finna boss up on fam?

of idiocy u are the epitome.”

supertank gas in a bucket i’m gone
italy italy going to rome

day on replay tf u think im on

im weeded im tweakin im geekin im home

journey my state

every now and then again

move in dakota

my pen is in hennepin

cycles of tryna refind all my zen again

imma stay goofy and scatterbrained when i win (fo-show)

can’t handle reruns anymore

still be too high up

still be too druggy

i won’t say which ones anymore

uh

imma just lay in the cut

higher than f-ck

spot u on overconstructive

worry bout the little details

forget when it’s counterproductive

uh

let every day

lemme do what i want

now i’m f-cking destructive

im in a hole imma climb outta

ima need a minute tho

ima need a minute tho

hmph (sounds like “huh”)

smokin on tyranitar squad

u got no money for shrek pack

coming up short like a farquaad

keep me a brick in the verbal like bg

scribbling water my talkin on fiji

source of my power be making me fidget

heads spinning when i move heebeejeebee

[hook]

.

.

.

..go

i be like

ape

u be like

food

u be on

plate

i be like

hey

u be like

wait

i be like

hey

u be like

wait

.

.

.

.

.

mind be on

safe

uh

u be on

shade

heh

i be like

great

uh

i be like

hey

u be like

wait

i be like

hey

u be like

wait

[verse 2]

.

.

i know ur outlook impaired (yup)

never ready bet u scared (yup!)

put ur pockets on my plate (-coins drop-)

you would study if u cared (stupid assss)

oppas looking like the work

i can move em like a brick

ima turn em into lunch

my dogs hungry as a b-tch

(ay)

my dogs apprehend the pounds

(b-tch)

yo dogs see the pounds and dip (uh)

(b-tch)

yo dogs pivoting around

(whoa)

my dogs ain’t gon ever switch

we be steady off the wall

(yuh)

we don’t ever give a sh-t

(nope)

i been goin thru it all

i ain’t deal with that to quit

huh

coming up

i got a head in the clouds

now i stay making my sobriety hop out

often off a. lot

nervous like a op out

sly pitter patter round town like its cops out

tales of a dropout

why stu oc?

he ain’t got sh-t he dont eat

he ain’t finna be what he make foes

all day (l’s!)

he ain’t on sh-t he cozy

too many a 2 face sendin fake love

actin all worried bout me n-gga dont be

(chill)

still in my ziploc in my lonely

(still)

still higher than holier than thou

papermating paragraphs wit a wood at peace

3.5 grams at least

screaming at the universe

i left my sanity here somewhere

can i get it back please

uh

i talk moulin rouge

my word go by toulouse

sell yo self out you kidman

come n getchu educated if u choose

ooh

test stu? u stupid man

been known u huff it ain’t new news

aaand

when they ask who put these l’s in ur pocket

tell em it was all us like u lose

ooh

[hook]

- student 1

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