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letra de too many l's - the real jd

(the real jd)

i’m takin’ too many l’s
oh sh-t this batter smells
microwavin’ these brownies and now that f-ckin’ sells
married to the money yeah i hear those wedding bells
my friend’s comin’ over
cruisin’ in her range rover
i sound like a tard ’cause i’m really hungover
took too many shots of that vanilla extract
because it’s like eighty proof yes that’s true
it’s fact

my song might be r-rated (r-t-rded)
throwback to school gettin faded
i felt kinda funky when i saw this kid i dated
i’d have to be sedated to date him nowadays
those days just made me kinda crazy
he’d call me up on some random sat-rday
sayin’ hey lets hang
sound okay?

start doin’ weird sh-t in the trunk
till we end up in the bunk
if this relationships a ship
that ship just f-ckin’ sunk
but this sh-t i don’t remember until some random time
like when we’re just sittin’ in cl-ss
talkin’ bout columbine
like what the f-ck!
this sh-t shouldn’t even be on my mind
i must be crazy because this is insanity defined

too many l’s man this sh-t is causin’ harm
reminds me of when my vape set off the fire alarm
momma freaks like what the f-ck is that sound
but i don’t know man i swear i ain’t been around
she sits down, frowns, asks what the h-ll i did
but jesus mom i ain’t nothin’ else but a d-mn good kid

so i guess we playin’ that ball game now
not the s-xy kind like bow chicka bow wowwww!!!
so many l’s we all strikin’ out no doubt that’s what we about
(sample duh duhduh duh duh, ball game music)
batter up bless up, now we tell em what’s up

(sofakingturnt)

smokin, drinkin, poppin – pills all about
then went to a high school football game and got kicked the f-ck out
rollin up at school monday
got sent to the dean
i walked up in that office all like “hey b-tch i’m clean”
that was one strike, but sh-t was all cool
until prom night when i got with that tool
shot after shot, man i can’t even walk
ih sh-t- was that us down there on the dock?
woke up after prom – headache, blackout
i guess that’s strike two and now i’m gunna strikeout

(emdissocool)

batter batter up we got another mother f-cker
poppin, rollin, schmollin be that kind of mother f-cker
rhyming sh-t twice cause f-ck the internet
rhyming sh-t twice cause f-ck the internet
i’m clobbin not slobbin man f-ck your d-ck
if you f-ck up ask 2014 and you will get hit
kinda be tryna hang myself with a ps3 cord
but i’m too bad-ss for that
and failed…. cause i got lightheaded ‘n bored
skating around town with a f-cked up knee
i can’t even kick flip so f-ck who you think you be
i know who you be and i think you’re all sc-m
that circle be bright but d-mn you’re so dumb
i ain’t starting nothing, i hate everyone equal
this is the only sh-t i have – no need for a sequel
f-ck this town and all the lames around me
i take my l’s and leave them how they found me

(dialogue)
the circle k got me

- the real jd

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