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letra de cashmere* - v the artist

[intro: v the artist]

i been on a search for the source of my happiness
not feeling like i’m making progress so then let’s begin
the anger i got, piping hot, singeing hairs off my skin
ignoring all these people who wanna just see me win
cuz my mental won’t allow me to go out and fake a grin
only remedy i got is give records a spin

[verse 1: v the artist]

i got a polo cashmere sweater, a hidden vendetta
she ain’t really f-ck wit me but i guess it’s for the better
i been seeing signs, knowing that my fantasy a setup
so i rip ’em down, hoping at the end is whеre i end up
i been manic now, evеrything around me got me fed up
wanna hang myself, maybe i just need a f-ckin hug
i know i want to get high so i’m calling the f-cking plug
like — where you at man? i need some f-cking runtz
to get me out the rut i’m in, i blow down a couple blunts
helps me deal with sh-t that brings upon all of the disgust
i tried to be on prozac, i was up til like 4 sum
every single day was dragging out like a covid summer
i write what’s in my heart, don’t give a f-ck who f-cking wit it
feel like cole, that’s my idol, i been bumpin’ him since a youngin
living check to check, my pipe dreams are steady becoming
attainable, as long as i manage to keep good graces
everybody’s burdened with a bad day, good gracious
but mine seem more often and less ostentatious
[verse 2: the nait sirk]

yeah
nait sirk, yessir

rolling, strolling
pulling bowls and
eating good, i’m full and

reaching till i pull in
cream and i be touring
don’t need expensive foreign
sativa got that orange
make beats on the roland
floor seats, they be roaring

fake ones with the bad advice
make me scratch my head, lice
nait sirk cooler than some ice
laser beam, 360, snipe

i do it on my own like lebron in ‘16
please don’t hit my phone with that, “i hope you miss me”
prefer to be alone when i’m smokin’ on this tree
sk!lls, trynna hone, no time for reminiscing
break it up, till it’s kief
breakin’ up, every week
lace it up, that’s my heat
face it up, she gon’ leave

takin’ off, soon as i got green
fakin’ love, they forgot me
try and make it up when i’m up, that’s that fake fake love
cuz i remember when you ain’t say, “what’s up?”

- v the artist

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