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letra de ballad for the blasé - themba ntaka

[verse 1: themba ntaka]
a balled for the blasé to which he can relate is enough to feed his soul which is a hot tamale
these impetuous thoughts make me a jumping bean
toilworn arm lengths grasp for a pristine existence
they want a way to rid odd-b-lls like vets who neuter, to get the pewter
policeman’s aura is a centrifugal fuss
contingent upon the social stimulus, which is us
what i do with words is what kenzie do to sensi
lofty windshield wipers fend off envy
i admit i felt parasitic when i did it
so when i get the day i always waste away
the taut hand-grip is fit to keep those with their fist clenched in position
my enmity’s still standing
the only accepted one that’s not thrash dancing

[verse 2: mikey kim]
uh, yeah
dancing
nah i’m just laughing, at your f-cking face
you a big dis-f-cking-grace
you ain’t f-cking hating cause you hating on my race
d-mn, ’bout to f-cking smack you, how does that taste
nah, make me get the mace
nah i’m just chilling, you ain’t f-cking want this f-cking spice
make you f-cking melt like ice
nah, baby
let me just f-ck you in the f-cking -ss
you say, “stop!”, then i say, “nah.”
i’mma f-cking bounce-hop like a f-cking bunny
you ain’t f-cking want it cause i get greens call that sh-t money
yeah, baby, got that f-cking sh-t in my pocket
got weed, high as a rocket
yeah, let me pull it out, let me pull it out
let me with the .38 like peanut
let me tell you what’s f-cking up
let me tell you, “you ain’t got that f-cking roll game.”
blunts, you ain’t got that.. bob marley roll game
pete, f-ck out of here
kenny shin going in
nah.. i’m just f-cking kidding around
but i don’t care cause she comes back like a rebound but i’m f-cking with the sound
f-cking with this track
i don’t care with my f-cking black, yeah, asian, yeah
f-cking coming, yeah, caucasian
in this f-cking sh-t
nah we’re just spitting, with the f-cking beats
like the sun cause i just bring the f-cking heat
yeah i just got to f-cking spit
like ain’t ain’t free, some sh-t’s f-cking ripped
but i don’t really care cause you a pr-ck
all the sh-t i get is that what’ll stick
nah, icky
you don’t f-cking want it cause you get that f-cking icky like vicky
you ain’t f-cking getting that cosmo, wanda
panda
i don’t really care cause i’m with my f-cking kami-kaze
and f-cking petey
nah and mikey
3-way, triple
and with the beanies
ah, yeah, with the beanie
lrg, that’s how i do
hustle trees that’s what i do
hustle trees that’s what i do

keep it tangy like key lime pie!
d-mn, we were going in, we were going in, let’s play that sh-t
yeah
life of key lime pie
the summer’s flying by

- themba ntaka

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