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letra de thoughts - wasiu

[intro]
there are thoughts that i be-
ay…

[verse 1]
superficial
bet she feels it in her pelvis
stole your muse and rocked the world like i was elvis
everyone knows i’m the sh-t because they smelt it
son/sun i’m fly like icarus and nearly melted
gucci scarf because my neck froze
k!ll the fit for whom the bell tolls
i stay strapped before i’m r.i.p’d like velcro
off the rip i’m ripping sh-t
they like oth-llo, jealous of mе
wait…

life’s a b-tch, well hola
i stretch hеr sh-t like yoga
b-tch feel the force like yoda
i’m in her lungs like… -cough-
wait
hold up
i’m back and right up on ya
i’m in her lungs like rona
come and breathe my aroma
ayy
ice all on my wrist
like my mothaf-ckin’ wrist aches
i like taking risks, f-ckin’ b-tches that be risqué
no that’s not my miss, that’s a mothaf-ckin’ mistake
i knew i’d be big, since the, since the f-cking 5th grade

[pre-hook]
yeah yea
since the mothaf-ckin’ 5th grade
knew i’d make it big, but which day?
ayy
knew i’d make it
ayy

[chorus]
i got thoughts of making it
i got thots that’s naked and
oh, i thought that they could swim
cuz we off relationships
i got thoughts to make it rich
i got thoughts to make it big
yeah, yeah
i got thoughts to make it big

i got
i got
i got
i got
i got
[verse 2]
i got
thoughts to stack a million then p-ss on y’all at the bottom
now how’s that for trickle-down economics?
speak that whatchu-ma-call-it
english, french
je m’en calisse
montréal is where i be
bon-dieu-voit, say wallahi
hold up
gucci scarf cuz still my neck cold
down to die for riches
all my life the debt rose
the weight of what i must owe/muscle
still i flex though
i don’t rest but clearly wrestle
with my inner demons
make no sense like bitcoin
yea
f-ck my life, well b-tch join
cuz
we all dying one day
it’s just so hard to pinpoint
i
just do what i’ve been doing
remain an outkast and
stay by my f-ckin’ stacks like big boi
my thoughts to build and destroy
ayy
ice all on my wrist
like my mothaf-ckin’ wrist aches
i like taking risks, f-ckin’ b-tches that be risqué
no that’s not my miss, that’s a mothaf-ckin’ mistake
i knew i’d be big, since the
since the f-cking 5th grade
ay

- wasiu

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