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letra de fever dream - yung crusha

yea
what up?
you ever just like woke up
uh huh
and everything was on some like fever dream type sh-t?
not really bruh, yea, what, yea

i can’t really tell you cause i’m f-cked up
lil shawty don’t wanna me win, she say i lucked up
say f-ck that trick, four inside my cup love
just a dope head, she ain’t real, she like them fake drugs
ride that sh-t like moped
but i just want the cake love
wake up, and then i’m bout to takeoff
and rip to takеoff, i lay low i’m paranoid
in a void, everything i avoid it
wherе’s my spliff?
and aye lil bruh i need some money where’s my split?
i say aye lil bruh i need some money, you ain’t make sense
man i’m tryna slow down ride round with a tint
i can’t do no fishbowl, girl you riding round with him
i pull up with fuego, got that forty on him
if you sit at this table got to be a champion
but all my friends are dead i ain’t tryna be one of them
yea dead are all my friends they mixed drugs with the hen
tryna reach a new high, we all lie just to live
man i miss being a kid, yea (why)
chilling at the jungle gym (yea)
but f-ck that, b-tch i’m on one (wait)
chilling in the darkness just like gotham
if you wanna f-ck round
we can drive by like possum
bodies fall like autumn
talking yea it cost him
big boy just like golem
i ain’t ever solemn
just a rock boy punk star imma problem
yea i’m a problem
aye, wait, yea, aye, why, aye, yea

aye, yea, b-tch i’m balling
yea, wait, yung crusha shot caller
i should win an oscar
i should win a grammy
i need every single b-tch to drop their panties
poured a two inside a deuce and then i rolled a dutch
i don’t only f-ck with b-tches i just wanna make love
i just wanna take drugs, party till my days up
if you really f-ck with me you’ll probably f-cking take one

- yung crusha

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