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letra de i hate the sun - zuneafish

[hook: zuneafish]
i hate when it’s sunny
rain down ‘til the foundation is muddy
racin’ a buggy
take the jakes on a chase in the gully
i’m crazy, i’m nutty
don’t need friends—i can’t be ya buddy
hate me or love me
sh-t, i’m just tryna make me some money
make me some money
sh-t, i’m just tryna make me some money
make me some money
sh-t, i’m just tryna make me some money
i’m crazy, i’m nutty
don’t need friends—i can’t be ya buddy
hate me or love me
sh-t, i’m just tryna make me some money

[verse 1: husl]
i hate the sun (i hate the sun)
you ain’t the only one can scorch
can’t you see the magma drippin’—fire volcanoes for sport
inside the emperor’s court with lord zune and some sand n-ggas
fishin’ in an oil ocean—tryna fuel the plan bigger
greasin’ through the sand scripture—canon up the panning picture
panoramic pen apparent all around constrict ya (constrict ya)
praying to the moon in the desert’s cathedral
steal the shine from the brightest ‘cause honestly we dont need ya
the smart is lethal
like a self-guided weapon
watch what you foolishly reppin’ ‘cause fools like you will be reckoned
oh man, i’m wrecking—the beat is noodles, so my flow is pasta
you spit bologna, impostor phony, you cut from the oscar
to rendezvous in the roster you gotta truly meat up
i level up the lasagna—you just get leveled in lunch
but that’s enough at dinnertime is when i dine divine
eatin’ off a lack of light—my appet-te will feed my mind
i hate the sun
like a father that’s jealous
i fathered a zealot
a son of a pistol—a poppa to pellets
me poppin’ propels this—i’m poppin off of propellant
i have to repel it
until the day that i can expel it
i—

[verse 2: zuneafish]
sun bright, but g, listen, this is ya chance to shine
don’t waste it out there lookin’ for a moon for you to stand behind
it’s hammer time
flashin’ all in ya face if you camera shy
on one knee make ya family give up the cheese—i’m the camera guy
grab the can, spray ya cat
we ain’t never sent k!llers
then you get to meet them fockers—he ain’t ever ben stiller
thinkin’ bout that slice of american pie on jen miller
spend winters in chinchillas—attend dinners in french villas
total solar eclipse
the less light—the colder we gets
tri-polar so me, myself, and i just don’t really mix
me been plottin’ to k!ll myself & i, and both will be missed
if myself & i got the drop, the plot would totally twist
you’re in a lot of trouble
i’m openly p-ssed
so hopefully this’ll teach em “bow or move” ‘cause homie’s the sh-t
ya homies ah switch
it’s in his genes, know why—chromosome, he a b-tch
you’ll be screamin leave him alone then he’ll just owe me & snitch
if ya sh-t’s crack, better say it wit some b-ss in ya tummy
lace it wit honey
hit the studio and wait for the junkies
and face it
‘cause i knows you can hear the change when its coming
insatiably hungry
and ain’t n0body takin’ it from me

- zuneafish

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