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letra de stress 'ed - uvavu

[verse 1 – lee scott]
while your brain’s in an open jar, sleepin’
i’m in your house while your ma’s only half decent
the fliest since clark kent put his cape on
i said “f-ck it!” from day one
cold saggin’ like it’s hereditary, let me be
the beginning is my enemy if the end is a friend to me
i haven’t got an arm to extend
it’s easier to finish what you start when you start with the end
i’m a hater of human nature
i motivate ya to do it later
mate ya need to understand, some things are worth more than hoes and money
like memories of brawlin’ over slummy
with a prozzy, who probably belongin’ to ozzy
now watch me simply not do it if it costs me
with free wisdom gettin’ shoveled into me ear
by the old man p-ssed with a beer
that don’t mean p-ssed as in drunk
i mean, p-ssed off coz his brain’s missin’ a chunk
what’ve we got? a billionaire poppyc-ck sculptor
in a never expandin’ commercial coffee shop culture
f-ck it all, when life gets you down
look up at the sky as the thunder roars and f-ck it all

[hook]x2
why does life give me so much stress?
f-ck it, i’m cold saggin’ and still p-ssin’ the test
i couldn’t care less if you’re impressed (that’s how it is)
as long as there’s a heart beatin’ in me chest

[verse 2 – bill shakes]
cold sag a bong, vagabond
everyday baggin’ marathon, god won’t save ya
i got some flavour to cook up a storm, chuck it all in
bein’ drunk [?] from tuesday night to monday mornin’
sunday’s callin’, been on it since day dot in this way
what did you say eh? i laugh in your face heh!
one in the chambeh, i’ll take a
left but i’m all right
you should be near no mics
stop cryin’ bout your life, no one cares, grow a pair
end the stretch before it starts
throw a benz in the splab and neck a keg
second guess, i’ll choose the first option
middle finger up when the world’s clockin’
wrongen, it’s all good though
[?]
i go gung-ho with one [?]
so the moral of the story is –
who cares what the moral of the story is

[verse 3 – king grubb]
lazy flow
got soul, no tread on my trainers though
rain or snow, still make in home in time
to take over the world, you’re screamin’ blah but we own the rights
the sh-t you’ve been waitin’ for all your life
although they’ll try to say it isn’t so, you know i’m right
the other night i taught myself to talk and write
so i wrote a rhyme
what’d you reckon? am i any good et cetera?
rhetorical questions
i’d be lying if i said i had honest intentions
say ‘you’ a lot, coz your name doesn’t warrant a mention
got so many problem i forget ’em, the other option’s regret it
isn’t conscience a blessing? i don’t know sometimes
i don’t know, i don’t know

that’s how it is!

- uvavu

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