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letra de elm street radio blues - tim marley

i’m treadin the land with a beer in my hand, feel so swerved like i f-ckin can’t stand, you really wanna come front go dukes up? i’ll knock you on your -ss and fill my solo cup up, this single sh-t i’m on yeah you know it goes hesh got the kicks on my feet and i’m lookin so fresh, pelican fly like i’m styled to death, i went to h-ll and back i’ll take a lie detector test, the sh-t that i seen you wouldn’t even believe, but this is my life i don’t get no reprieve, so i swig down the liquor till her -ss is looking thicker, that’s about right smacked that sh-t like a sticker, i burn rubber hard, got them rims on sale and i get the bread not sourdough and no it isn’t stale, these bars right now best believe i’m going in, so spin that sh-t up dj cause you know i’m gonna win, knocking out these motherf-ckers kick right to their chins, party every single night just tell me where and when

we’re out of time and i’m out of luck
put your fingers in the air like you don’t give a f-ck. (x2)

i’m patient like a croc sitting still up in the water, you can call me shepard leading lambs up to the slaughter. my lyrics burn like fire but i’m getting even hotter, you wanna put me out? b-tch don’t even get me started, a plug right there reppin starlife every day, the mother ship is coming get the f-ck up out my way, beam me up scotty yeah i’m getting outta here, when they have their little nightmares nothing is clear, its dark outside and the boogeymans here, you could say right now its getting kind of scary but my flow so fresh you could say i’m legendary. wait. did i say the boogeymans coming? oh sh-t i meant to say that you better be a running, cause he’s got a knife and he ain’t afraid to use it, carve you up like his own amus-m-nt, but i’m sitting on the couch like i fear no evil, tried to come for me but i dropped him like he’s feeble, he slashed the knife right at me and chuckled with a smirk, but that was the point that i went all berserk, i ran up to my safe, pulled my gun up out the bottom, the sh-lls were dropping fast like the leaves on trees in autumn, pop pop clack clack, music to my ears a new boogeyman in town come to exploit your fears

we’re out of time and i’m out of luck
put your fingers in the air like you don’t give a f-ck. (x2)

- tim marley

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