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letra de blt - trash colony

[verse 1 — vincent verrgo]
yo
stepped in church, alex delarge outfit on
the afterthought drawing d-cks in the bathroom stall
as if y’all would get it
saw it as a path to vengeance, i crafted a cave in it
extended through the tempest and the wind
was a presence much too willing to live out pulpmags in the blitz
[?] from the wolf pack, ocean ’round his habitat
stoned as f-ck, googling [?] acid tabs
only bought weed in halves
had the whole team asking me to k!ll gift of gab
he spilt ‘rillo packets over hills heroes pass
villains spill the guts, d-mn, you’ll never hear thе last
takes pills with ghastly villagers and groundlings
i always keeps a bowl packed at homе, that’s amounting
do i know? i know, i know, had an index in each ear
i know, i know, i know, lately it’s been hard to grow
lately it’s been difficult to even operate at all
can’t even whistle while i’m watching my condition devolve
i’m on a mission to be kicked from all community halls
i’m macklemore’s yard[???] acting like i’m losing a call
when he trades tales with machine elves and awful men
he’ll fade in fog and hop the fence
flip a [?] tattoos, samples the same day
ride exotic animals, f-ck tryna save face
[hook — slo moss]
lips try and stuck together
i glued them shut before i left the house
i’m tryna find a view’s place today
but it ain’t f-cking happenin’

[verse 2 — nimrod]
uh, uh, uh, check me out
i’m praying that i make it out the [?]
attack two packs of [block static?] alters my walk
don’t let me hit the supermarket i’ll diminish the stock
punches, fidget, and pivot my job busy when i chomp
i keep it low cut, burning logs like the redwoods
breathing slow, but i’m strutting steady where the meds should
so get your capsule, all i need is a [?]
’bout a half an ounce of grass so i can freak with it tucked
call the dominos up, pizza’s all in my gut
we order 58 straight and down ’em, even the crust
in the snack zone with vinny v, yo i’m f-cking starving (munchies)
sh-t, the pantries empty? catch me rooting through the garbage

[verse 3 — nimrod]
you ever wake up with no bud and think
“oh lord, today’s gonna be a long one…”
so then you think to grow nugs
but you ain’t got the frame of reference for it
but in that state of mind getting high is of importance
so you call your plug up, “what can you throw me for five?” (please)
they gets p-ssed as f-ck, hang up, you don’t know why
but then you realize that this sh-t’s a strict business
then it cl!cks: sell weed (get’yo white ass out) — have an infinite supply of it!
d-mn, but you ain’t got a car, a job, or any experience
you’d be asking to get robbed
now there’s nothing to do, but to sit back and sulk
oh wait, i can try smoke the res’ in my bowl
that’s how i’m living
motherf-cker
[hook — slo moss]
lips try and stuck together
i glued them shut before i left the house
i’m tryna find a view’s place today
but it ain’t f-cking happenin’

[outro sample]
i may not have much money (uh, weed is sh-t!)
[?] (call us p–poo posse, b-tch)
[?] (yuhh)

- trash colony

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