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letra de epinephrine - yung flex

[part i]

[intro]
back off, james
phoney, wallace

[chorus]
lately, it’s all just been p-ssin’ me off
la-lately, i feel like i don’t wanna talk
la-lately, i keep runnin’ into a wall
wanna knock myself off, but i can’t take a loss
lately, i guess i been feelin’ complacent?
i don’t feel comfortable in my own sp-ce
and i just wan’ cop me a k, and walk into a place
(i probably shouldn’t say that on a song)

[verse 1]
i am not here for the dumb sh-t
i don’t facilitate f-cksh-t, n-ggas is buggin’
i ain’t really with the fussin’
we could really get to tusslin’
i need a break, please get the f-ck out my face
give me sp-ce when i’m walkin’
don’t talk to me, i just might snap
y’all got me blowin’ exotic
i’m sparkin’ and inhalin’ toxins, this really that gas
epinephrine, this sh-t got me stressin’
just one of those days, i might teach him a lesson
he wan’ gossip, but don’t wanna pop sh-t
you holdin’ that glock, but, b-tch, who you protectin’?
ain’t no tellin’ ’bout what’s finna happen
when i get to snappin’, i black when i’m p-ssed off
he want static, it’s up like a attic
i know that he cappin’, you act like a b-tch, dawg
[chorus]
lately, it’s all just been p-ssin’ me off
lately, i feel like i don’t wanna talk
lately, i keep runnin’ into a wall
wanna knock myself off, but i can’t take a loss
lately, i guess i been feelin’ complacent?
2020, we still dealin’ with racists
i just wan’ cop me a k, and walk into a place and shoot everybody in they faces

[segue]
tsuyunoshi

[part ii]

[verse 2]
“when is he gon’ switch it up?
all he talk about is being mad and not givin’ a f-ck”
p-ssy, i know you not tough
so, it’s in your best interest to sit back and shut the f-ck up
listen to everythin’ i gotta say in my brain
all this pain and this hatred
i don’t wanna, but tell me why every time
i look around, all i can do is hate sh-t?
ayy, i do this so you don’t have to
turn my sh-t up when you down in a bad mood
still got haters, don’t know why you mad, dude
don’t give a f-ck, so i got that sh-t tattooed
ayy, if i was you, i would be mad too
wastin’ your breath, n-gga, tell me who asked you
need your ass whooped, that sh-t must be past due
f-ckin’ him up like a middle school bathroom
stompin’ his face in the back of his skull
runnin’ his head through a mu’f-cking wall
knockin’ him out, ain’t sh-t breakin’ his fall
i might be p-ssed but i’m havin’ a ball
thirty-five rounds to his mu’f-cking spine
death in his eyes, now he frozen in time
i bet he didn’t think
when he woke up today that he was ready to die
[chorus]
epinephrine, sh-t got me stressin’
i keep a weapon, glock got extensions
epinephrine, teach him a lesson
i leave him wrecked and send him to heaven
epinephrine, watch where you steppin’
i got a bullet for you and your best friends
count your blessings, leave him beggin’
who he testin’? epinephrine

- yung flex

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