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letra de out my cerebellum - z (of firing squad)

[intro: z]
b-a-r-z

[verse 1: z]
look i be talking with my felons
can’t tell ’em i’m out my cerebellum
just sparking on a bleez watching ellen
while i’m propelling
this water by the gallons i’m selling where they get h-ll and
just watched a pimper put a fam like they gelling
so i’m excelling
these b-lls be out my zipper
push zippers, that’s off the richter
i’m just trynna shape the picture i dwell in
what i fell in
with uzis at they melons, they fell in
i’m digi-scaling
hope the neighbors out my business
no telling, pockets swelling
particular about maneuvers till ubers are rockefelling
cause all this movement into this groove is just making these goblins jealous
i got hammers in my roofer
y’all ban me, y’all f-cking goofers
i got cameras, i’m a shooter
don’t compare me to f-cking losers
y’all can jam each others p–pers with compliments till you shoot sir
i’mma wake ’em up like roosters with rocket-ships that’ll move earth
my cerebellum mocking
my posture’ll get your crew hurt
imposters, they don’t do dirt
i’m chopping till my roof hurt
[chorus: z]
i be flowing out my skeleton
relevant feeling gelatin
i’ve been around my element
selling it or inhaling it
preparing you look celibate
telling it for the h-ll of it
i’m f-cking all these tracks
just beating it where you’re feeling it

[verse 2: z]
someone come get me, i’m drunk in these streets and i’m flashing on people like f-ck the police
always think i’m on stage
i was repping the brain
always drinking my liquor and smoking my weed
momma go pray
end of the day
wake up and get in my d-ckeys are creased
f-ck it, they carry the banger
in sweats i’m gonna f-ck her with a vet like they dog odd
angers pop
they gon’ call on me
to brain swing the things like apollo creed
mimicking women, these rappers are feminine
no what you’re wanting, my caller id
part of me martyred with the heart and we get started
weak assing be the artery
the all i see
these garbage rappers are partial clappers
with partial wrappers that’s all i eat
a-a-all i breath
brainsick b-tch and my half assed team
addicted minds around the lines of smoking methamphetamines
(the guys around me better me)
homie topping don’t trip it on petty things
i walk in the booth and it sound like i’m f-cking the mic cause i’m breathing so heavily
[chorus: z]
i be flowing out my skeleton
relevant feeling gelatin
i’ve been around my element
selling it or inhaling it
preparing you look celibate
telling it for the h-ll of it
i’m f-cking all these tracks
just beating it where you’re feeling it
i be flowing out my skeleton
relevant feeling gelatin
i’ve been around my element
selling it or inhaling it
preparing you look celibate
telling it for the h-ll of it
i’m f-cking all these tracks
just beating it where you’re feeling it

- z of firing squad

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