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letra de overnight - verb t & illinformed

[verse 1: verb t]
i’m trying to see the options
in the place where i once saw the problems
i was waiting for my conscience to decide
taking all day long just to arrive
at the conclusion that we were looping in time
why else would you be starting again?
i’m waiting for that sunny patch after the rain
fall like money stacks after the crash
but all comes together as part of the plan
the road to riches with the mask and the bag
before you chop trees got to sharpen the axe
preparation is key for chancе to adapt
trying reach new parts of the map
still partially trappеd, saw after the fact
new outfit with the target attached
they generate hate, there’s a market for that
[verse 2: leaf dog]
my change will bring a slight sign like a werewolf at night time
see a thousand crows fill the sky like it’s strike time
i throw my web inside your woman like i’m spiderman
changes coming overnight like fish trying to climb on land
always been the starter like an opening dish
– i cast it off like you’ve broken your wrists
you hope and wish your life is such a joke but it is
i got it covered when i’m blacking out like total eclipse
the beat bandit, drunk in an alien ship
i crash land it, rap gambit
i’m moving people like it’s mass transit
i can’t stand it but i’m coping like i hand plant it
three finger like this, they’re going to have to ban it
crushing rocks to granite
pattern it out like a custom fabric
it’s all fax, this ain’t just elaborate
i’m like god to your woman i ain’t just a magnet
but it’s cool son i’ll let you have it

[hook: verb t]
a lot can change overnight
funny how bad manners get so polite
and there are certain things that you dont decide
and there are certain times where you know you’re right
but a lot can change overnight
funny how bad manners get so polite
and there are certain things that you dont decide
and there are certain times where you know you’re right
[verse 3: bva]
woke up and the world had done backflips
major theatrics, struggling to catch drifts
trace backwards, usually out of control
mostly just trying dodge where the crash hits
too much reminiscing ain’t bettering the mission
yesterday got away like i knew i shouldn’t listen
but i knew a load of sh-t that they didn’t or believed in it anyway
never wait to see if fate is written
hatred and jealousy, trying to stay ahead of me
the writing’s written on the wall but illegibly
we’ve done some sh-t to get here but that’s alledgedly
so you really can’t tell me sh-t, f-ck what they fed to me
information slander, weave and meander
designed to confuse and get the goose good for the gander
that’s proper propaganda
but i stay calm in the face of anger
i’m in the studio lacing bangers

[verse 4: fliptrix]
things could change in a flash like dark to light
elevate the vibe whenever i’m passed the mic
i grasp an opportunity, never let it pass me by
take it in my stride, lead the march don’t get cast aside
appreciating what i got
manifesting games, gotten strong
two years off the beers i’m a self-made don
on the crops like t up in the fog
’cause the bong got me fossed like the pathways blocked
but i stargaze, work out my way through the maze
with the help of the gods, my health is on top
i hang with the goats like coats in a prison
get presents don’t hoax, you can post me a note
on the back of a stamp for a joke, i don’t ramp
i stand by what i wrote
like a writer –
for a piece that we composed
for a pic that he composed
so we can show it to some folks but the most dope don’t boast
[hook: verb t]
a lot can change overnight
funny how bad manners get so polite
and there are certain things that you dont decide
and there are certain times where you know you’re right
but a lot can change overnight
funny how bad manners get so polite
and there are certain things that you dont decide
and there are certain times where you know you’re right

[verse 5: datkid]
cider sipper
backroad dipper
flames like clipper
zippo to your rizzla
want to feed a man teach a man to be a fisher
this ain’t no f-cking hare krishna
they’ve took you for your racks if you looking for a jacks
if they motivate p-ssy then that’s money that’s facts
bullseye on my back
catch me picking up slack
doing pullups in the lab
while i’m cooking up crack
potshield black
backwashed gold on it
step on hot coals and spit cold on it
history is what i wrote on it
cutthroat, f-ck up my throat on it
truck load of train running every time i roll on it
why they want to talk about me?
is it cause i did a couple bits back then
and you weren’t sh-t back then
f-ck talking about me
let’s talk about you and all the sh-t you dont do

- verb t illinformed

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