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letra de roger clemens - sweatshop & owl green

[verse one: owl green]

keep to yourself if you talking that
i ain’t one for the talking back
coin phrase like laundry matt
k!ll for love that’s a heart attack
i put my heart on that, and tuck it away
deodorant balling all day
under control i know my pace
p-ss on luck bet it all faith
okay i’m sick of flipping these stations
seeing the faces, animations
imitations always needing something
while i’m looking for someone to cook a lil bit, smoke a lil bit
and we can keep the conversation b-mping
i’d be lying if i said this wasn’t new to me
i value all opinions, but can skip your scrutiny
but do believe i do achieve while all staying true to me
sick wit it i’m just looking for a place to sneeze
work to the bone, no time skim the surface
what’s the use of small talk
when i’m looking at a bigger purpose
i can’t be certain, and bet you it won’t be perfect
but when the chips are on the table is it worth it?

[chorus: sweatshop & owl green]

what you supposed to do when life gives you lemons?
ima throw em at your whip, roger clemons
ima throw em at your whip, roger clemons
ima throw em at your whip, roger clemons
what you supposed to do when life gives you lemons?
ima throw em at your whip, roger clemons
ima throw em at your whip, roger clemons
ima throw em at your whip, roger clemons

[verse 2: sweatshop]

-n-lyzin my acid mind from the after life on an acid trip
got me thinkin it’s an accident
but then remembered that i asked for this
so round and round we go
they gon count us out but we know
i might bounce around in my home
then let these sounds come out of my soul
feel like all of me and that’s all the time
at my best when it’s on the line
on the mound and it’s bottom nine
round autumn time i got my
weed in my pocket
my papa he like my profit
my partners they bodhisattvas
the product of knowin nada
mean i’m honest at best
you can smell the sauce on my breath
i ain’t got no problems no stress
just folks i’m talkin to less
i keep my heart on my sleeve
yours beating hard in your chest
i put my team on my back
then hit my bong and get dressed
i feel like you, you, you
probably never put the work in
now you see us doin things
and gotta question if it’s worth it
work this hard can’t p-ss it up
talk this much gotta back it up
life gives you lemons and you mad as f-ck
i just pick em up and throw em at your truck

[chorus: sweatshop & owl green]

- sweatshop owl green

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