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letra de time - wetfriez

time lyrics
[verse 1: cuddlegoon]
on top of the [?], sittin’ smokin’ lots of chronic
check my posture, d-mn, the doctor clocked my heart
said it sounded f-ckin’ ace
dive into my roots and tell ’em right, that’s f-ckin’ safe
now pass the blunt to my spliff hand
mcs leanin’ on me like they was a f-ckin’ kickstand
empty [?] bottles here, smashin’ metal wastebins
just another day for me to never take chances
sign my name on the dotted, leavin’ no blank sp-ces
wannabes hoppin’ on these waves without a windsuit
slow tides and ls here, i got a couple wins too
[?] chin strap, emperor [?]
pace around thе corner store, find something to gеt into
you know i love the smell of the weed
growing gardens in my lungs, shredding all the receipts
from those who started, if there’s problems, i’ll be off on my feet
scoff at deceit then cough an organ up and jam on the keys
only one left, still handling things, sheesh

[verse 2: hallownest]
earl hit me up after the goon
i’m already spittin’ fire since i’m fresh out the womb
i’ve been smokin’ gas, h-lla gas, you can smell all the fumes
enough of confrontation, wanna f-ck up my mood
y’all been comin’ at me with the wrong attitude
never meant to argue like i don’t think you’re cool
when you said you hate me, sh-t took me by surprise
didn’t bust me up inside until i saw you alright
it’s fine, just tell me next time
i let it weigh on my mind
can’t say that i didn’t try
too many steps at a time
[verse 3: novbodi]
lately i’ve been out of my mind
get in that boat, [?], get a grip of your life
oh baby, time’ll go by
but baby, we can get high
or we can switch up your mind
or maybe we can just die (die, die, die, die)
superstars, like baby first place on the podium
i’m a rockstar, my life’s hard, my punches hit like a mack truck
i’m a lost cause, [?] like some greek god
and my love long like some old socks
i’ma cry now ’cause he took my last gumdrop
my wrist [?] til the blood drops, yeah, two soft lips
we’re outlaws with some new cries, my bad luck, and my love loss
’cause some dumb guy kept his walls up
it’s me, yeah, it’s me, yeah
the dumb guy, the merchandise with the [?]
you know him, he still raps these dumb flows like [?] with dumbbells for [?]
this dumb guy with dumb locks
and dumb things he puts up
and trash things he gets back
yeah, this dumb guy with dumb locks
and dumb things he puts up
and trash things he gets back
and trash things he gets back

- wetfriez

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