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letra de bobs - teey

[verse 1: tommy g]
energy engaged got my ki on lock
boy you think you’re fly, well i feed on flocks
where is my identity? crazy how i tend to be
stomping on my enemies like i’m a human centipede
a century of flops, then my folly docked
catch me penning l!cks to the center of the lollipop
there’s poetic creed expressed in my genetic breed
alphabetics freed, bet i coming at magnetic speed
i’m adding up the adderall, compassion is collateral
climbing up the ladder and еvery move is lateral
i am not compatiblе, man, that’s some bull
the fact is y’all are target practice- pull
(uh oh) i don’t even know if i can manage
(uh oh) i don’t even hope to fix the damage
(uh oh) this is what happens when i’m manic
(uh oh) plotting plans of blowing up the planet
you nitwits nano play you like a piano
the rambling rambo rattles off his ammo
you should phone a friend, before you meet your end
as you enter the unknown and a no fly zone

[hook: tommy g.]
i don’t even know if i can manage
i don’t even hope to fix the damage
this is what happens when i’m manic
plotting plans of blowing up the planet
[verse 2: tommy g.]
tell me should i trust ya? i’m coming with a sucker punch
when i really bust in, is your luck enough?
i’m reading zarathustra i don’t give f-ck hardly thrustin’
i’m shedding off my rust so you’ll need to readjust
i am just a robot, i know not what i do
syllables so hot, more than thaw it thru
i more than thought it thru
manifest destiny i see it coming true

[hook: tommy g.]
i don’t even know if i can manage
i don’t even hope to fix the damage
this is what happens when i’m manic
plotting plans of blowing up the planet

i don’t even know if i can manage
i don’t even hope to fix the damage
this is what happens when i’m manic
plotting plans of blowing up the planet

[verse 3: 80.k]
been dope, too potent, spit and watch em overdose
free’s up! but i betchu never find a colder flow
been broke, but just lost that f-cking out of order note
still fixing the crazy tick but nothing bout em’s normal so
that blueprint gets read again, time to let us in
insane in the membrane, rhymes the medicine
i get a beat and go off like every other bet has been
work mode in the same gear my regret is in
but don’t let that sh-t bother me, no carrots time to squash a beet
all i wants to ‘celery-ven’ see profit from constant streams
5000 y’all watching me, time to grow the following
wanna get it all before i realize this sh-ts all a dream
uh oh, y’all thought i was playing when i warned you i was
cut throat, all i got is sk!ll but i appreciate the
luck bro, sicker than that time you grab your nuts and felt a lump
oh, f-cking cancer puns yo? what? don’t
ever hold back, i let the energy just swallow me
center me, wind me up then what you get is all of me
but if i’m being honest i can’t even really call it me
cause every now and then even i get left in awe of me
[verse 4: tommy g]
i’m slightly updated and i might be inflated
but try and pop my pressure that is effort wasted
i’m skiing up the slope, this icy isotope was isolated
i was doing dope then oscillate to being dope
it’s seemingly hopeless, you clowns need to joke less
but it’s in your nature, i’m smokeless vapor
i ain’t really all that focused on you fakers
you are resting on your laurels i am resting on these acres
i don’t beg your pardon, increase my margins
collecting all this paper as i’m writing out the margins
flow like margarine, my bread is so artisan
the arts within a part of him, barter with the devil
now my trebles on another level, i am just a vessel
who is searching for the threshold, this is nothing special
do not meddle with my heavy metal, need a metal for mental
try and let you down gentle
i’m souped up, lentil, i lost my pencil
but i found a way to maneuver thru the fray
these eyes are dilated on the daily
die later, maybe, i dive into dire straits baby
you don’t wanna test it
i’m anorexic and i’m under a canopy
the real slim shady, can it be?
i’m talking to a mannequin channeling my aura
the flowering flora
moving toward a black hole, breaking every backbone
i am just an assh0l-, improving where i lack tho
checkin’ off that goal, i ain’t goin that slow
yeah i’ve had a mad soul since i was a tadpole
[hook: tommy g.]
i don’t even know if i can manage
i don’t even hope to fix the damage
this is what happens when i’m manic
plotting plans of blowing up the planet

- teey

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