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letra de paintbrush - vern

(i never cared bout no designer jeans/
still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/
i never cared bout no designer jeans/
still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/)

i wasn’t faced with a hard time till older age/
bills and all got me hog-tied just scroll the page/
stressing out getting bald spots/
every year that the b-lls drops/
i need a sp-ceship to fly away till my pulse stops/
jaws drops/
unorthodox, no tourist stops/
i got the flavor like -ssorted pops/
4th quarter shots/
forget the pressure/
ramen noodles, fried bologna with the crispy edge/
made me savor steaks/
gl-ss of water never p-ssed the bed/
thought provoking my focus is always sister sledge/
we are family but my sanity almost hit the edge/
recording while my voice is ho-rs- call me mr. ed/
the coffin canopy slowly close and will hit your head/
they say you’re not supposed to idolize or miss the dead/
i got my boots laced/
keep a cool pace if i miss the tread/
i get the bread according to how the jam taste/
i got the juice, soft fruits and pear crepes/
loose pennies in a tan crate/
makes sense (cents) cause the money’s in my hand sp-ce/
gotta watch if they funny with the handshakes/
it’s possible if a tortoise could win the hare race/
i’m narrating this life alone/
through the microphone/
just a part of me that was hard to see/
like an artery/
better pardon me cause i slaughter beef that will part a sea/
if you ain’t drama free/
run on, ain’t no comma seen/
i remember seeing circles of the ganja fiends/
eating succotash sweet corn mixed with lima beans/
once upon a time they all had maserati dreams/
now they tryna steal your momma’s keys/
i never cared bout no designer jeans/
still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/
bagged lunch had the pasta and ricotta cheese/
fly to death they think i’m a kamikaze scene

bridge:

i never cared bout no designer jeans/
still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/
i never cared bout no designer jeans/
still was in the in-crowd as cool as my persona seems/

wishing of palm trees/
fishing in calm seas/
the peer pressure had us all twisting cigar leaves/
mixing cough syrup and soda pop/
picture me doing that and it’s photoshopped/
lemme do the crop/
vowels and syllables/
similies and written tools/
context, dialog /
never get it ridiculed/
i be getting flattered when they giving out subliminal/
backstroke and circle round my name like a swimming pool/
i can stay afloat without the inner tube/
i ain’t cut short like an interlude they just -ssume/
a couple sage incenses when i’m in the mood/
cause if the pen don’t move that’s how i lit the fuse/
i break rules i’m at the top of the food chain/
i ain’t calling pockets at the end of the pool game/
it’s all musical/
sitting in small cubicles/
the world is what you make it/
i make it a small rubrics cube

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