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letra de lawn care - zig9y

(mr. mariette)
(so it’s just brenno)

(verse 1)
we making plays and we paving ways to have greater days
who knew the hustle would come to music and paper planes
i’ve come to take my place so make arrangements
need these tulips, daisies, guess y’all more floral i floor em with entertainment
without communication, constant facing interfaces
studio my living sp-ce until my crib is sp-cious
aimed for where anne frank had stayed, to the top or at least adjacent
and anyone or thing in my way i’m placing em in the bas-m-nt
since i was shaven face been cutting up like razor blades
and i love doing features, but i’d rather make em face to face
them high jump vibes where the bar gets raised and raised
and you rewriting your sh-t until it’s great them was my favorite days
been getting hard to focus lately when my head is turned
plus away from the register, i’m not so great at making changes
i’m breeding cattle, time to raise the steaks
until the feeling of complacency being replaced by feeling amazing
(hook)
not just fate that i’m winning i’ll make my own path
too many snakes in my kitchen i’ll cut my own grass
we never made it to prison because we hauled ass
no more faith in the system that sh-t is all trash (2x)

(verse 2)
all trash, i guess we just not built for an office
i remember smoking in my highschool classroom
dreaming bout bigger things than what was in my math books
never making notes but i was always writing mad hooks
and then i graduated, knew n0body that related
so i made my own path, lost some friends but that was fated
and when i’m faded on a week day i realize
that i was destined for greatness and with my own eyes
i’ve seen the growth i’ve made, we’re slowly taking steps
and me and zig9y ain’t stopping until we running laps
around the competition, no matter what it takes
i tied my foot round the gas pedal, not taking breaks
manoeuvre smooth, don’t follow rhythms i make the groove
never been a nerd, study music sh-t like this summer school
writing bars when i wake until the evening hue
taking care of my lawn and who is passing through

(hook)
not just fate that i’m winning i’ll make my own path
too many snakes in my kitchen i’ll cut my own grass
we never made it to prison because we hauled ass
no more faith in the system that sh-t is all trash (2x)

- zig9y

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