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letra de crack/cocaine - triandro

(crack)
[intro]
“rock cocaine, it isn’t glamorous or cool or kid stuff. it’s the most addictive kind of cocaine and it can k!ll you. what’s really bad is n0body knows how much it takes, so everytime you use it you risk dying”

[verse 1]
if he was allowed
you know my boy would carry a 9
but because he can’t he numbs himself
carries a pipe
looking at the clock it’s about a quarter to five
my boys not weak but he does fit the stereotypes
he carries his mind but cannot even carry a note
like he poked the totem pole
stoking fires and chokes
trophies sit up in his cabinet waiting for hope
to realign in his eyes but he leaves with his coat
to go back home and find his father passed out drunk
why should he even bother
wearing slobber and sp-nk
cause ever since he lost his lover
just a pre teen punk
jacking it to magazines till he jumps this hump
till he jumps the next bum or chump who eyes his lunch
like plovers till he finds another to love
eyes teary, p-ss breath and nose on a run
he’s lost his mind and his wallet keeps his sneakers in the trunk
and these cracked out crackers be saying we both cracked out
word to ronald reagen for these n-ggas who blacked out
spread messages and sentiments and sediments of rocks
now n-ggas just one thought so vops can keep glocks
aimed for black folk
they be starting a crack show
disarm black panthers and n-ggas cause they black so
all the crackers act like we hooked to the system
so we broke and imprisoned and we dead and we villains
(cocaine)
[intro]
“look, everybody wants to be cool, but doing it with crack isn’t just wrong , it could be dead wrong”

[verse 1]
yo
no matter how grave
nose stuffed till i’m in a grave
my home scarface
and blood pouring just for a taste
lungs collapsing
can’t tell which hole i’m breathing from
waking up vomiting don’t know which hoe i’m bleeding from
heart beat like my fist pitter patter to drywall
open the door b-tch, ‘fore i k!ll em all
now i’m starting to itch, eyes red and inflamed
oh you started this hoe i’m just seeing the flames
one fist then both fist
ripping off of the hinges
alcohol like syringes
glass puncture ya fingers
and yo neck too close for comfort
i don’t wanna hurt you
just don’t argue next time
cause guaranteed i’ll merk you
shut up b-tch i need some more coke
stop acting sl-tty
put a f-cking coat on, stop the mope
and pass the buddy
the remote over there
b-tch the footb-lls on
get off your fat ass ‘fore i f-cking hook your jaw
like last time, remember when your skin was blue?
that’s not what i want to do
i want to make love to you
how you sucking d-ck this good
b-tch you been around the hood?
must be that n-gga d-ck you sucking
the kids dad you f-cking?
did he have a big d-ck?
mines got warts and it’s average
‘no he wasn’t really gifted’
oh don’t make me imagine
b-tch pass the weed
sh-t now i’m needing a sniff
oh sh-t
don’t you wake me in the morning n-gga
sick of your mourning n-gga
oh you think i’m abusive
hope you like air for dinner
i got with yo fat mama
she easy to control
ain’t n0body ever want her
now i’m reaping the role b-tch
aw baby, baby
no
[verse 2]
i’m so sorry for the sh-t i did
you make me emotional
you make me act outside my range
of what is controllable
you shoved the caine up my nose
you f-cking these hoes
you’re the one coming home vomiting on my clothes
you’re the one leaving the f-cking cans in my ute
you the one who crashed that b-tch, and took a tree out its root
you the one who punched your own f-cking face don’t act cute
you are everything i hate but i still love you
please it was coke
it’s the weed it’s the alcohol
not the fact that i hate women
or my racism
or my vindication
or the hatred that i have for your children
man i hate those little black kids
they’re never forgiven
only thing i needs my angel
my beautiful girl
f-ck out the way ho b-tch
i mean the coke is my world
you f-ckers can die
you f-ckers can find your own way home
why oh why
b-tch, cause i don’t wanna drive
you drive me crazy
you gon’ stay overlooked
you gonna grow up
and be another d-mn cr- ‘gunshot’

- triandro

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