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letra de don't smoke - tom (emcee from australia)

[hook]
young and wack with no funds intact
used to fumble packs but i’m done with that
troubled past, no hunger passes
always something to grumble at

people put the pressure on pack to come back
but turn a blind eye to the man whose blood ran

people put the pressure on pack to come back
but turn a blind eye to the man whose blood ran, uh

[verse 1]
always tryna get the next fix quick
imagine trying just to end up on death’s hit-list
the first punch hurts but the worst comes second
rehe-rs- my words for this curse i’m rеpping
the he-rs- on rеst and reverse my test
and i’ve learned my lesson
burn my blessings, uh
whatever hurts time settles
it only took five medals to figure out she loves me not
she can find better, uh
a sign of blind terror that i might lend her
the time bender, huh
i should wreck the sign
before i pick the packet up and left her dad behind
you can find me where distraction lies
never really had a plan devised
so i’m rapping just to pass the time
but now i’ve found a vine so i’m bound to fly
you follow sheep but i’m counting mine
in a hollow sleep but we’re bound with time
and when it’s nine, i’m going mountain high
so no stress on my mind when the bounty’s high
no stress on my mind when the bounty’s high
[bridge]
many’s interest weighing heavy on my shoulders
i panic and i pray that i’ll notice
thought the pain would go if i wrote it
but my heart is still corrupted as the potus
so soft spoken
doors stay closing
pray i don’t fall into more ways chosen
doors stay closing
pray i don’t fall, and i’m always chosen

[hook]
young and wack with no funds intact
used to fumble packs but i’m done with that
troubled past, no hunger passes
always something to grumble at

people put the pressure on pack to come back
people put the pressure on pack to come back
people put the pressure on pack to come back

[verse 2]
agh
you gotta get it however you must
whether you’re ready to bust
or spit until you’re red in the lungs
never singing with a threat in your tongue
easy for dead or up in qb, you expecting to come
look at these people using pressure as a weapon to run
from whatever the reflection says is never enough
i remember when the chemicals [?]
they were messing with funds, uh
rejecting the son’s i wish i kept in the sonnet
but now i’m scorching microphones like they slept in the sun
put my head to the drums, as i wrestle with drama
give my respect to the god
never let the rest of them numb
or you’re proud of the best that i’ve done for the breast of my mom
the way i speak on heaven like i’ve been before
but trust i’ve seen the lord and know they needed more than what they fiending for, uh
but breathing in mics for me is natural as putting feet to floor
survived in a cold home, [?] were [?]
wish i told my dad, don’t smoke
but i found a vibe so i’m bound to fly
still no stress on my mind where the bounty’s high
take care… everything

[hook]
young and wack with no funds intact
used to fumble packs but i’m done with that
troubled past, no hunger passes
always something to grumble at

people put the pressure on pack to come back
people put the pressure on pack and his blood ran
people put the pressure on pack and his blood ran
we’ll see him soon, just wait for the man to come back, uh

goodbye

- tom emcee from australia

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