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letra de under the influence - the airplane boys

first night back from coach-lla, now we riding downtown
maxima and two b-tches, queen street ’bout to go down
hopping out of that, where the city at, on my mind we love now
question marks for you, two years hard to do, going hard with this sound
but f-ck that, let’s get drunk, we could drink the pain away, we came to celebrate
drunk swerving, almost hit a street a car, man, these girls wyling, need to settle down
parked up, sparked up, looks like we got a problem out here
man, n-gg-s be grilling like we took they girls, if they get closer i swear
i’m gonna kill somebody and you gonna miss everybody
i don’t give a f-ck if you mma, i’m a street fighter n-gg- from the scarborough way
and if that ain’t enough that’s ct, vern, been through it all, i ain’t scared no one
what you gonna do you ain’t got no gun, what you gonna do, you ain’t got no gun
first swing hurting, hurting, i don’t feel sh-t ’cause i’m drunk
i swung back, hit that, he fell back, two more guys jumped in it was done, f-ck
lol at myself, mannie had to be trolling
i usually come through in peace, if it gotta go down i can’t just control it down

under influence, we just roll up with some b-tches
mixing too much liquor, i’m just minding my own business
haters wanna heckle, i don’t let go, it’s a given
pow, pow, pow, pow

i can’t stop thinking ‘bout it
thinking ’bout it, thinking, thinking ’bout it
the influence is real and i can’t control
that’s how i feel

but alas, one more gl-ss
forget the pain, but i’ll get trashed
with my crew, we all get smashed
mixed with a little bit of weed my dude jamie got stashed away in his glove compartment
mixed with a h-lla lot of drinks and i lost it
mixed with a h-lla lot of vomit in the washroom
since i’m h-lla lot of thinking out the wazoo, true
many of nights, it’s just henny of nights
where i’m looking down at the ground afraid of these heights
and i’m walking to the haters like i’m ready to fight
and i stare ’em in the eye like you ready to die
when he reaching 6’3 and i’m barely 5’5, but i still step to ’em, jason ready to ride
can’t think clear, fists still gonna fly, and i’m knocked to ground ’cause my foolish pride
okay dokey, homies ren, josh, jamie, and osei know me
and they ask me if i’m ok, are you ok, are you ok, mannie?
where i go from here, it’s just shame, no fear
cobain, rockstar would i disappear
no gain, lockdown that would be the end, end and
pow pow pow pow
oh, i’m down for count
i should’ve just ignored the motherf-cker now
instead i listen to this motherf-cker run his mouth
was it really worth to put my friends up in the cut?
and the night’s ruined just all because of what?
ain’t worth sh-t if you involve who you love, f-ck

under influence, we just roll up with some b-tches
mixing too much liquor, i’m just minding my own business
haters wanna heckle, i don’t let go, it’s a given
pow, pow, pow, pow

i can’t stop thinking ’bout it
thinking ’bout it, thinking, thinking ’bout it
the influence is real and i can’t control
that’s how i feel

- the airplane boys

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