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letra de fuck this gen - suburban uncle

[verse 1]
i roll a spliff up in antic-p-tion
and i hope it’s not a let down
i often move without a destination
when i spark up i put my head down
and test out
how much i can actually inhale before the death cloud is looming
look how it’s moving
i slow it down with sh-t that smells like pollution
then i drive away in something that’s h-ll bound
i’m cruising
i don’t reach for the safe belt
i just reach for something to smoke
and some shades that will hopefully hide my face well
i’m too content when i’m making my mind stable
i’m on the highway to h-ll but my threads are as fly as angels
spent plenty of timе scoring
plenty of time hanging
with peoplе i didn’t like
and those i appreciated
but if you ask any one of them
n0body would change him
so if i go out now i probably wouldn’t mind what they’re saying
i’m just saying
this is just my different type of praying
i’m a different type of man
rocking different types of brands
they want their flowers
but i’m interested in different types of plants
the sh-t i spit, different
a living print on the hand
[interlude]
(sample)
born with the wind
run with the rain
over the mountain
and over the plain

born with the wind
run with the rain
over the mountain
and over the plain

(flyguy)
yo max that’s you?
i smell you boy, you reeking!
pass me that spliff!
you might as well flex on them anyways
fly sh-t for real!

[verse 2]
(fly sh-t!)
(before we get this started let me explain it)
yo, cause i could blind you with this blade i sharpened
the stage darkens
please leave if you can’t take a part in
the damage done since i raised it out of the place it hardened
all i heard was the sound of a snake
and then an angel calling
since then it’s like an angel taught him
i make the cut and put the bars inside your head like an insane asylum
and i’m not tryna change a mind
but they love sh-t that i supply
might plant my pot seeds inside my neighbor’s garden
see that’s the reason i’m harder than all these cats
one swing and you’re axed
and i know just when to attack
but i’m mostly laid back
cause most of you tryna work on your act
so i’m mostly showing respect
they’re mostly showing it back
won’t mention those who don’t it gets no lower than that
i don’t only attract hoes man your bros know where i’m at
i see them tryna peep the science copy clothes down to the match
but they can’t find the cdgs with the logo on the back
my closet’s where fly sh-t goes to relax
it’s hard to hang on to a man who’s soul is only attached
by a single thread
and having trouble sewing it back
that’s why my heart is on my sleeve and my throat’s chained with a latch

- suburban uncle

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