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letra de i briefly dated the daughter of a war criminal - timo sargent

[intro]
the summer before i turned 18, i briefly dated a girl who’s father was a middle- to high-ranking member of a foreign dictatorship in a country i’ve been advised not to mention
she was so scrumptiously thick, i think even if i had known it may not have made a difference, but that’s our little secret
there were always random dudes hangin’ out in the house who, in retrospect, were security, but i was told they were uncles, and i thought, “non-whitе families often have lots of unclеs. it checks out”
walkin’ home one day, thinkin about asking her to be my gf officially, an undercover police suv stopped me and dudes with big jaws and nice sunglasses got out
right there in a little ravine off the road, in chest-high sagebrush, they asked me if i’d wear a wire the next time i went over
i said, “i don’t think i have the steady disposition for your operation fellas, thanks for considering me.”
they said, “not doing it could be seen as treason.”
fearing my booty-hole would become someone’s playground in jail, i said, “you know what?
gimme the wire.”

[verse 1]
i wish that i had some confidence
it’s holding me back just a smidgen
if i did, i’d be like jesus on easter
that’s the way i’d be risen
second guessin’?
that’s really cute
i’ve been eighth-guessin’ my decisions
you said i can’t l!ck your body no more
dang it feel like prohibition
if the beat has got a hop to it
then a motha’ f-cka’ gotta “hawk tuah” it
gotta spit on it
d-mn he slid on it
d-mn he so legit when he do this on it
oh, you got promoted to the chairperson?
well, here’s my face, come and sit on it
got that type of motion, that can’t stop motion
but it isn’t wallace and it isn’t gromit
[verse 2]
god d-mn, d-mn, beats get blammed
you petered out and all your tracks get panned
and i really get it, they were super bland
but “you’re super dope” as i shake your hand
their eyes glued to me cause i stick to plans
five star sticker stuck up on my hand
you should try harder with your quittin’ ass
i want suede slippers
i want eight strippers
i want five cars then you hit the cl!cker
and the moon glitter on a frickin’ lamb
i’m just too sicker
i’m just three sicker
pen out the quiver, they start quiverin’
yeah they green with envy
’cause my tracks cl!ck with souls
like the motherf-ckin’ riverdance
was standing with my ex through everything
my first problem hits and we just can’t withstand?

[verse 3]
but f-ck ’em if they get offended
you just sent that you were blockin’ me
the bed used to be you scented
yellowstone the way i’m ventin’
again, again i freakin’ dead lines
like assignments got extended
in uni, man, i wasn’t couch-surfin’
i was floor-ridin’ like a dentist
lately every track a moment, yeah, yeah
i’m niko bellic, you roman, yeah, yeah
i ham it up like jarrod bowen, (what, what)
i’m a pharaoh when i’m flowin’, (f-ck, f-ck)
try to find a li’l ‘lignment
but i’d be fine with some refinement
boy i’m tyrion up in the privy
with a crossbow facing tywin (pew, pew)
[outro]
yeah, timo
rome wasn’t built in a day, rome wasn’t built on days off
yeah
(brrrr)

- timo sargent

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