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letra de ghost chatter - toby priest

[intro]
i could tell you the future
like i assess poems
doing self-harm with my left arm

[verse]
yeah ever since day one i’ve been brain dead staying confused
only thing that i’m concerned about is playing some tunes (playing some tunes)
i know it’s [?] when i say that’s your doomed
text the homie for the green cuz he got it for g
never mind my stomach yelling cuz dying to eat
i might get beat then k!ll it violently
then get mad at my mom like she lying to me
you ain’t about sеll a record what you trying to be
but let’s see, thе banker that can sleep in his sleep (yeah i think)
they give me that but they don’t buy into me
gee think everyone was lying to me
a curse the woman out for even trying with me
f-cking b-tch (my d-ck fell off)
no it didn’t i’m a menace i’m a convict
i was napping in the center of a conflict
my mind sick feel it in my gut like the heimlich
p-ssy on my mind while i rhyme sh-t
b-tch i’m back with it given you no slack with it pause
damage with the track get it wrapped up with gauze
just because i don’t think i’ll ever know [?]
wouldn’t recognize one if it f-ck me in the mouth
i heard some ghost and there were talking
and i’m the one that they’re talking about
they said that violetman finna be the talk of the south
so watch you mouth
[bridge]
tell me watch my mouth
tell me watch my
don’t tell me watch my mouth
cuz i don’t really want to stop right now
i rather bring vibes that you never could bring
i got enemies but that’s a good thing
think i’m doing something right
don’t tell me watch my mouth
no don’t tell me watch my mouth
i rather sing song that you never could sing
i got enemies but that’s a good thing
think i’m doing something

[verse 2]
and check this sh-t out i really do this i really do this
from [?]
didn’t knock it in your ear
major resurrection of the artist getting [?]
and i’m a (man)
trying to feel upon the (goods)
i been roaming round (goods)
i’m just f-cking with my (art)
i don’t know where to start
you ain’t used to these lights that could tear you apart
every day i stay lit like i’m scared of the dark
i dress stupid you would swear
i’m a narc and i can drive drunk
i just never know where to park i got heart
i got stealth, i say moving like the elf on the shelf
it’s mr. yellow sunday on a blue beat himself
yeah you know the most intelligent couldn’t see me what follicles i’m vocal
smoking on the corner with the locals
don’t you approach me talking about what someone told you
i told you i just don’t care
why should i just have to repeat myself
we need this to be fair
no question i’m a g*nius should i be up in a fair
your taste is too expensive i don’t think we’ll be a pair
talking about your older brother girl i just don’t care
disappear in the air i keep a snare on the side of my hip
melody’s is locked and loaded up inside of my lip
you on the other side of the ocean i’ve been driving the ship
you’re not equipped
time to dip
2017
my god

- toby priest

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