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letra de eternal youth - wstdyth

i don’t even wanna go outside
i don’t even wanna tell u why
i don’t even wanna tell u hi
n my eyes are red like can u tell i’m high
i’m learning life’s short that sh-t will pass u by
i got a few friends that’s my only ties
to the worlds end yea that’s where i’ll ride
i got a holy grail that’s i’m tryna find
i’m doing the odyssey, thought you’d be prada me
sneak in these prada sneaks, they never seen the street
sporting that prada sport, sun shield on my face
i’m hopping in the sport, i been chillin in the shadе
in the race so i’m still running
it’s on fumes but it’s still somеthing
drink the juice hope i feel something
get my blues sh-t i’m still counting
eternal youth, it’s a still fountain
make it move n climb the highest mountain
place of myth but i still found it
in the mist, yea i smoke the loudest
kapital 14oz denim, im walking around with a oz in em
tekking the shrooms, life gave me lemons
they gon do me like lennon
wrapping up these blues in a cocoon
pulled up at the show w my platoon
making crazy beats these looney tunes
she said she wants more than this i
don’t know what i can give i
go metamorphosis, fly
until my wings catch on fire
i need caffeine my eyes hurt
don’t know why i’m always tired
let’s roll like rims on the tires
always smoking thru fire
ill sell it if i got buyers
light as a feather
light as a feather
light as a feather
light as a feather
i come together
maker and a spender
i’m hot like pepper
my wings are spreading

hanging out with pink elephants
secret garden, gotta hop the fence
see the fruit it’s growing in the fens
walk the water, gotta do the dance
just gotta do it for the bands
i’m on 5 grams listening to the bends
i just dreamed i saw the aeon end
sisyphus i roll this tree on end
i can’t miss, i got this beam on hand
see me smoking spirits in the spliffys
it’s bad for me but i’m like what’s the difference
y’all rappers be the same like what’s the difference
tryna link with me im like what’s the distance
i’m in the west smoking green like a witch
plotting, planning, tryna stack up these digits
abraham, make the beat, gotta k!ll it
cold front still coming in in the summer, it’s reflex
they probably gonna be biting my sh-t like a t rex
i might be shattered but i still got like h-lla pieces

- wstdyth

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