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letra de the contours - tzb

[produced by niko, scandi, elxyee]

[intro]
yo, this sh-t real smooth. i call this sh-t ‘the contours’… uh, yeah

[verse]
i said all my best sh-t, now i’m taking a break
if i write, then i write, most likely over a drink, n-gga
yeah, but i quit drinking though
how many times did i say that, satan knows
uh, now here we are
more in tune with nature, my breakfast morning star
all these n-ggas really wanna come harm ya boy
john 10:34, so they wanna harm the lord
all these hoes know i stay flier than a condor
put you lil n-ggas’ wardrobe in the armoire
filming videos, sorting out the contours
wit’ a b-tch showing off body, and it contorts
spine chillin’, each vibration s-xual healing
marvin’s room, had these housewives catchin’ they feelings
my b-tch serious, mean business like angela simmons
she don’t wear the makeup, she not a gothic or villain
i hit the studio religiously to f-ck wit’ your spirit
‘cause all my verses sound like how the apocrypha written
all my underground flows still flushing, i’m sh-ttin’
and that core processor never f-ck up my rhythm
i got magic in the lab like a alchemist n-gga
clean image, filthy lyrics, i just baffle you n-ggas
uh, i just baffle you n-ggas
baptize ya like my son, i got a bath for you, n-gga
do she love me now that i did the money dance?
had a handful of shrimps by the palm branches
gave her money for her meds like she had cancer
she got greedy, so i cut her off, i had to lance it
when i say i’m kanye, they wanna argue ‘gainst it
n-ggas really tried to sway me, but i got the answers
sporadic thoughts gave me bars that were outta pocket
it’s in the bag, and to fumble it is not a option
see, it’s chaotic, but methodical each time i drop it
your sh-t bores me, it’s unrelatable
you n-ggas corny, so microwaveable
and you really still tryna get it on and poppin’?
jaws get rocked ‘cause all of my sh-t is solid
step in my lane, it’s vehicular manslaughter, dummy
writer’s block never was an object
it’s nothing, but nothing still amounts to something
i’m not haunted, every single thing i do is symbolic
i’m not supposed to be alive, who want smoke wit’ a coffin?
light bulb above my head when my thoughts are the darkest
my written sh-t is automatic, something else is just talking
i know you see the turtleneck, i’m living comfortable, n-gga
i’m a father to bougie women, f-ckin’ huxtables, n-gga
i had so many offers to go beat the block
but i made my own hits to make the speakers knock

- tzb

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