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letra de the conscious of good coke - yavid

god bring a piece of me down lay me on down in the ground
cover me with dirt give a little speech about my worth
let the rain fall down to the earth here’s another one

i flew over warsaw i remember when the war was all we saw
now we see the sea sitin in our draws
on the beach i watch macaws you still argue with your in laws

flying over rome now
i used to roam the block w my head down
they’d whistle cuz the cops like heads up
i had my gun tucked i was ready to b-mp
layover in singapore i kinda think that i should practice singing more
if i can get to sounded half as good as drake
i could make half the cake see that’s a nice take
plane refueling off in canada
immigration jail w my mans and them
i had a little record throwing hands and uh havin hammers uh
they wasn’t having us
stopping off in dubai
mamma said we had to steal don’t buy
mamma i know that you did try
every week a new guy every week a new black eye
p-ssing through bangkok you know what i’m gonna say just stop
moving onto shanghai when i had my braids tied you better tuck your chain guy
stopping in los angeles the world made us but they can’t handle us
hold your head you are not damaged goods you’re some angels blood
you’re some angels cuz
checkin in in beijing she got the the beige skin and the nose ring
thinkin bout that girl from nairobi face look just like naomi
we was out its sydney i shifted her kidney
messin round in tijuana
sippin texas tea bricked up marijuana
jumpin over budapest
they would pester for the buda bless
id servem on the steps
walkin round in cairo remember we couldn’t get our car to go
we stalled on the side of the road we had the cargo
police stopped we like h-ll no

some boys i know play for keeps
they throw bullets out of guns at police
no one sold me the dream
i stole me the dream
i built gold out of concrete in the streets

remember your blood would boil when you slept outside in the cold
i’m like the conscious of good c-ke i know that i’m dope i ain’t gotta be sold

god bring a piece of me down
lay me on down in the ground
cover me with dirt
give a little speech about my worth
let the rain fall down to the earth
and
god
bring a piece of me down
plant me on down in the ground
grow into a tree
let the people worship me
dance around in a circle so free
here’s another one

- yavid

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