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letra de all spice (rapova) - zutril orzzu

[verse]
to be frank, i have it my way
blastin’ sade in the car with my mates
passin’ the last jawn to myself to annihilate
i never like my songs, b-tch, i do not replay em
croppin’ my own lines to not be too much
i still ain’t talk to the lobbys, like tommy’s too f-cked
how the f-ck am i anxious and still think im a ruler?
i keep on prayin’, doin’ almighty dua’s
to still not be fully cleaned up, i prolly screwed up
but hey, i’ll be alright
sorry, mommy, but i prolly ain’t on y’all’s rights
i’m here, special herbs, rappin’ on all spice
stoplights, ignore’ em
i swerve into that corner
drift into the border
spit it to the quarter-beat
sorta lyin’, torе the lines to a fictional story
poor poor tory ain’t on his glory lane
borin’ lamе, ain’t got fame
sorted with more t pain clones
story told like i’m fully honest, nah b-tch
i can’t keep a promise, ‘cuz i forget like my rhymes
my mind is not lit with responsibilities
until it gets threatened with a loss of opportunities
i don’t know who to be
a childless straight-a b-tch or be me like my highest a b?
and i’m tired of doin’ that h-dub
i ain’t never get a a+ just ‘cuz i play much
i try to lock in, and a gay f-ck ask if i’m sad
f-ggot, relax
i’m happy as a granny’s cat
and she last 100 brackets of past
so i practice my laughs to be louder, be prouder, be richer
smack snack munchin’ b-tches on some different motion
clothin’ broken, b-tches all moanin’
the f-ck i’m s’posed to do? get a rope to use?
all you b-st-rds hate me, want me to die faster?
hey b, b-tch, i never wanna live in ya premises again
nasty ass f-g, i never edit this pen
never change for a trend, tend to hate on a trend
only hop on it if i find it funny
but most these projects ain’t even on my radar to profit
these corny moshers, i got million problems with yall
but that’s too much bars for really seasoned b-lls, pause
[chorus]
i’m tired of all these things i won’t remember
i’m probly not gon be sober fo-ever
i’m wishin that my life had no pressure
and go back to the last times i was 9 or 7
i’m tired of all these things i won’t remember
i’m probly not gon be sober fo-ever
i’m wishin that my life had no pressure
if time machines is real, i would’ve done pressed the lever
rip mf doom, man

[fade out}

- zutril orzzu

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