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letra de poppa pimple - willis

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[hook]

poppa’s poppin’ talkin’ poppa pimple
my baby poppin, talkin’ pop it, lock it, drop it. simple

while bamas be beefin, uh, tellem muhf-ckas to beat me up

tellem muhf-ckas i’m geekin’ tellem to fall back like seasons, cuz

[verse 1]

teach me to breathe baby show me ropes, wherever you go when you smokin the dope

been lookin for peace i don’t know where to go. go to the headphones for the lows

my highs be separated.. extra late when i’m meditatin

sugar ray, b-tch i’m heavy weightin. and in the mornin i’m devastated

look to the screen for that peace of mind i been tryna find.. thru media..

no results. gettin greedier. if i wasn’t me i’d wanna beat me up

take down my words on an interview, leave me a

trail of the pieces to read and it keep me up

see me in public i’m rough i ain’t seen a buck

please don’t run up and say sh-t like “yo keep it up.”

gon keep it a.. hunned and ten

you ain’t seen sh-t but a cluck wit a pen

i ain’t seen sh-t so good luck to the feds..

but my momma taught me right so i’m stuck in my head

and its solitary confinement, in my mind

tryna make something timeless

when the time is right i’m fine..

but i always fall back

[hook]

[verse 2]

aye. f-ck all of you indianapolis locals i’m snapping ya vocals

when i rap it’s over i’m actually factually happening p-ssing y’all past all the borders

but none of that give me serenity.. none of it make me feel whole

realized when i was seventeen that nothing could fill my soul..

but this music sh-t and how i’m usin’ it

dropped out of school just to do this sh-t

maybe i’m making mistakes, aye..

depends your perception of foolishness

and f-ck all y’all people from high school. was skipping cl-ss with my homeboy

teachers would tell me to think with my head, then what the f-ck i got this soul for??

why would i sit through a math cl-ss? these bars in my head like equations

and i’m finna rap that. make it abstract, in the notebook in my backpack

and its still solitary confinement in my mind

but imma make something timeless

when the time is right i’m fine..

but i always fall back

[hook x2]

- willis

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