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letra de black sheep - wza218

[produced by aladin & w.z.a]

[chorus]
stacked up in the chevy, tinted black, like we’re wanted felons
whether it’s tonight we die, i swear there ain’t no tellin’
so we slip within the crowd, rolling loud ’till we sleep
our satisfactions narrowed down to a tree
we’re never free

[verse 1]
’cause if you look into our eyes, you can see the sickness is terminal
the pressure through the roof like i’m blowing smoke in convertibles
i feel it lurking like a parent grabbing a belt
i bring thе trauma, you bring everything elsе
a pound of weed and all the lean on the shelf
alleviate the detriment while all my loved ones still at war with they self
got me wishin’ he sent a flood right after 2012
’cause since then we ain’t seen nothing but bl–dy clothes and depression
there ain’t know lesson to learn, just c-ck the wesson and burn ’em
or turn it ’round and put an end to this f-cking burden
i’m sick of not being certain of losing my family or friends or they losing me
the things we go through for a bachelor’s degree
when coming from resisting desire to go and get strapped
while either way i’m still trapped
let’s see how long i’ll last with my head intact
besides, i’m trying not to go and smuggle people from seas
i know, it’s weird, for us it’s like selling trees
documentaries the only way to know how it be
that’s as far as any stranger can see
as far as goals and ambitions, we lynch ourselves from the tree that grows from the root of all evil
with the paranoia that what we reap could be all lethal
[chorus]
now we back up in the chevy, tinted black, like we’re wanted felons
whether it’s the night we die, i swear there ain’t no tellin’
so we slip within the crowd, rolling loud ’till we sleep
this time around i hope i don’t have to squeeze triggers like kenny

[verse 2]
screaming “i’m the biggest hypocrite since 2011”
before i knew what a nine is, i thought mac 11’s was just a brand of shoes
calling a .40 “booze”, i looked at what they spilled and saw the difference was in the hue
but it was no different view, the sh-t that make me think that my vision skewed
one-eighty, i’m in the blue, as soon as the piece he drew, was glistening like it was new
if it was in my grip, then with the venom i’d sic ’em too
f-ck around and end up colonizing my living room
it’s crazy but vivid truth, you swayze? or living proof
that maybe this timid act never stack up a revenue
or save me from overdues and surviving off pigeon food
man, lately been thinking bottles eventually solve my problems
way too many questions i gotta ask
about the battle scars, had to numb the pain with a flask
even speaking out your mind will become a dangerous task
navigate the boroughs, wondering how long this sh-t will last
change never drastic, like everybody smokin’ dope but i’m on acid
they pull up with the ratchet, it’s poppin’ you can say they droppin’ classics
they robbing green, it’s burgundy you’ll bask in
but here’s the thing though, what’s worse than that sad sh-t’s
that most of us would rather take the casket, sh-t is tragic
the lone sparrow, that wreck pianos, scars eternal like egyptian pharaohs
i carry the homies on my back until i break my bone marrow
[chorus]
stacked up in the chevy, tinted black, like we’re wanted felons
whether it’s the night we die, i swear there ain’t no tellin’
so we slip within the crowd, rolling loud ’till we sleep
another lost poet out in these streets

[verse 3]
chasing faith, but still remain a righteous heathen
sick of all of my lifeless breathing
i’m hugging blocks and pretending that sh-t ain’t bleak
and i can feek the venom seepin’, it’s deep inside of my veins
i’m chiefin’ out all the pain, but i still remember all my dreams
everything was seamless just like every night before i sleep
then dread the clock with all the time it’s keepin’
a puff and i’ll be leaving, back to these restless nights
my mind’s in a wrestling fight, for taking back control of my f-cking life
decision making turns into rolling dice, i levitate i hope i ain’t scared of heights
it’s more like i’m scared of falling, i really thought i was ballin’
until i heard that little voice outside of my window callin’
“this what you always wanted”
you f-cking right i’d rather ride that chevy like a wanted felon
either way i’m dying, but at least i’ll make a k!llin’
so i slip within the crowd, ride or die ’till i’m weak
i’d rather stick to that than die in my sleep
call me the black sheep

- wza218

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