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letra de genny blunts - summoned souls

[verse 1: snxp]
catch me blowing potent from the front side of the ocean
coasting by the waves i’m floating holding no sense of emotion
loading location in motion with a clique now i’m golden
got my b-tch motor boating its my way its bragadocious
i don’t give a d-mn i just build one up
just to burn down i couldn’t give a f-ck
i give up one if i stuck through the rough
in the mud i’ve been swimming in
ditch ritalin the kids been mixing em business missions
switching benjamin now my pockets missing
it’s still f-ck you you opposition
i don’t want you but i want you to listen to me

i was ditching school i did it all for you i couldn’t get a clue all i want is you
now i’m choking up under the blue moon

in a few if this true imma see you soon it’ll all be cool when we the coupe and i’m next to you
now we smoking up under the blue moon

[verse 2: richmaiden]
pardon me
i feel like i’ve been losing track of the people in my life
carry the weight of my bruvvas with a long stride
dem 110’s have been around the block twice
closed mind and i’m in a different time zone now
owe it all to these sick nightmares
i fear it’s all about to come crashing down
so get the motherf-ck out the way
i reckon imma lose my sense of ident-ty
harness all of my energy
coven with the planet switchaz
flat roofin out the misery
not a disciple
see i’m maiden revvin the kz
and i got that blood on my knees
what the h-ll do they want from me?
i’m hosting a curse
40 bottle burst when i threw it at the brick wall
double malt stains
not opposed to keeping my composure but for lack of better words when it’s supposed to f-cking rain it f-cking rains all day
blender bottle full of that tanqueray
little bit of tonic make it taste ok
but tonight i can tell that i’ll be drinking it straight
coven be clique, lurking in the uk
chilling in pigalle with them gosha sweatpants
comp-ss on my arm like a f-ckin hooligan
on them cobblestone streets in my wtaps vans
risen from the crypt just to fall inside again
rich

[verse 3: eidolon]
so lost out of focus yeah i been here before
sip my sorrow out the bottle got it k!llin me slow
hard to swallow to a hollow pit of whispers from ghosts
i clutch the throttle hit the gas and let the wind hit the door
now i got

dispositions in the rearview
let the smoke hit the gl-ss
destination no clue but
know i gotta make it fast
cut ties with the fortress
feelin like an outcast
so threw with the bullsh-t
middle finger to the past

cus you used me up
you’re through with us
it’s useless rubix
cubed sh-t up
i bruised my fists from poundin dust
i blew my nuts i lost my trust
slept stupid blue moon coo’d me up
got 2 blue suede shoes just 2 more brews
trip stupid 2 left boots in mud

now i’m chilling with a chelsie grin strolling down green street
chugging london gin in a pea coat weed breeze
hooligan mean streak
coven make ya knees weak
gang of f-ckin fiends
carve a c watch your cheeks bleed

[verse 4: bexey]
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