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letra de liquor store - v the artist

[chorus]
i gotta go to the liquor store
you want anything, jus hit my phone
get a lil dus’ to get in my zone
“you smell great” dats my cologne, ay

[verse 1]
pardon my sh-t, i gotta joke jus to not submit
to the evil thoughts inside of my head
watching carefully where i tread
man it’s like all of the sh-t that i read
that i’m a psycho, i guess
experience has been a process
but i been here for it, makin progress
studying mobb deep, nas and hi-tek
won’t waste my time, ask for a rain check
three weeks in advance
i got a way more important romance
love so pure, it got me stuck in a trance
never wanna stop holding her hand
cuz she make me feel like the man
and if she gon’ leave me, i’ll be d-mned
trust me, everything going as planned

i been drifting a bit off topic
random b-tch pulling on my pants like a bop-it
lifted her hand, i said “stop it”
seen my ex b-tch in a pic i cropped it
now i’m smokin’, gettin’ high as a comet
ponytail too tight, where’s my bonnet?
me and my dog, wallace and gromit
we spring chickens wit mad mileage
what was i doing? oh sh-t!

[chorus]
i gotta go to the liquor store
you want anything, jus hit my phone
get a lil dus’ to get in my zone
“you look great” dats my dior

[verse 2]
the worst sh-t never get left alone so i
let my pain out in the studio and i
paint a picture, so vividly
call me v van gogh wit the ability
yelling to the sky like i’m sidibe
puttin so much work in, busy bee
yo raps all hyperboles
while mine over time is flourishing

no, i know that i ain’t tripping
but one day the vibe was missing
i knew that the time was ticking
lean back and relax, i’m sipping
on dusse, that’s all i’m p-ssing
now in these b-tches i’m swimming
smoke in my eye, this sh-t stinging
this song only the beginning, ay
i was unsure but i had to have faith and
with the right mindset, you can get cake
remember, everybody pr-ne to mistakes
but if you work hard, don’t protect no snake
it’ll all pay off, the scales gon break
big ass dinner with a t-bone steak
and a bad lil biddy that’ll make her ass shake
on top of the eighth of the za i’m baked
and when i got money, double r or the wraith?
or maybe a pound i can smoke to the face
sike nah, i’m finna put my moms in a place
invest my money, this sh-t ain’t no race
and when i get found in the game imma run to the ice
like bucyk, puttin on skates
my offense unmatched, you can’t defend the slapshot without
a punch in the face
i feel like an astronaut, 3, 2, 1, blasting off
my flow so cold like i’m floating in sp-ce
my memory sh-tty doe, with or without the dope
when i forget bars, step back and retrace
i’ll take the game by storm, man i swear i’ll cause harm
till i make two hunnid k like ace
my baby stay wit me through all the the nonsense
can’t wait to take her on dates everyday
and i’m so f-cked up, i can’t stay here
i gotta go home, i gotta pray
but first-
[chorus]
i gotta go to the liquor store
you want anything, jus hit my phone
get a lil dus’ to get in my zone
it’s gettin late, babe let’s go home

- v the artist

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