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letra de borrowed time - tree

[intro]
sigh
tree!
uh, i just want you to feel me
uh, i just want you to feel me
uh, i just want you to feel tree
uh
sh-t, if you ain’t understand a n-gga before
you ain’t gonna understand a n-gga now

[verse 1]
i mean business like black slacks and turtle necks
jason statham
tied in with some diamonds, clubs, the spades, and a couple aces
life throws all type of cards your way
don’t mind the deck of faces
gap like morpheus
teaching the ones,you call the one the matrix
whole rap game, sound the same
like synchronization
sharing bars like tampon’s
and go to others to pen they pads
ain’t shii unique about these n-ggas
that’s why they really mad
they anatomy off
they either p-ssy or these really ass
you was a big dawg, moving weight inside the station wag
back when i use to get shroomies
right off michigan ave
told him chill out
after he almost took that fentanyl nap
told him float too high, when you ain’t grounded
you ain’t coming back
running through life carelessly
remember no second laps
knew a queen drunk off remy
let a random hit from the back
she caught king’s disease
unfortunately there was no second pap
edges laid in the casket
slayed down it’s a f-cking wrap
she died bout her type
never thought she’d flame out like that
nah
nah
mm
ever had a fiend stick out they arm
put a belt around it
point at they vein
and ask you for a pat?
sent a message to his system
like a text it hit right back
eyes start to twitchin’
before you know he doing the alphabets
hope y’all listening
because i’m spelling out these thoughts
hanging off this f-cking cliff
i call my dome like an akeelah barette
went over ya head it’s ok
wait till elevation sets
i just want you to think about it
this life sh-t you feel me
sh-t go fast sometimes you feel me
mmm
[verse 2]
shooting for these dreams
eventually it’ll blow like russian roulette
sick stones, on this rocky road
like coughing on baguettes
moving through the valley of the shadow of death
will have any nomad more than stressed
wandering through dark times
feeling lost
infatuated with her silhouette
she thinking that i’d be the one
i’m thinking bout her p-ssy depths
she knows her temple a safe haven
when a n-gga stressed
hoping she do right by him
then he’d start to reciprocate
but those hoes up on his line won’t stop chirping’

she don’t blink an eye or question
why she got that new birkin
personified her baggage like here
go put some new hurt in
writing was on the wall, the whole time
she never knew cursive
hate so deep for n-ggas named christian now
she don’t do churches
selling p-ssy on snap
heard she looking for some new merchants
she tried to run it back
i told her baby, i don’t do circles
this ain’t track and field
but thinking bout how phat my new muse ass is
you’d think that b-tch had did hurdles
in that ass every morning
before a sun-ray can tap it through the curtains
looking back with an arch in her back
asking for encore
laid up in some p-ssy feel good
but it can’t book a show
n-ggas will try and box you in
tell you how to flow
don’t break ya code
pen some timeless sh-t, till they know ya soul
word to my mamma
i’ll never run outta gas like 03’
back when gloria gave lebron
that brand new hummer
[outro]
giving distributions out to n-ggas
that sound like bigger n-ggas
but be realistic about they potential
these the n-ggas?
you trust to go out and do numbers
stay out the way
pen they own sh-t
and heat a few summers?
never been afraid to get my hands dirty
i’ll get it out the gutter
don’t gamble a better life away
this b-tch’ll really leave you under
don’t gamble a better life away
this b-tch’ll really leave you under

- tree

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