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adobo - 4whom? lyrics

verse 1
i still hear the style of another man
i still feel her skin
ain’t nothing really staying here for me
life keeps moving
travel paths i wasn’t accustomed to
customs go ahead and stamps me in
flip pages with only my touch
close books when my eyes too tough
i still feel that i really did too much
i still keel over messes i left too rough
ain’t no aisle that i can clean up
store been closed ever since they said they couldn’t feed us (ay!)
couch smelling like that weed dust
baggies showing that the boy don’t sleep much
pour one out for the dreams that leave us
take one down, just to go ahead and heave cups
jesus, only praying when something major going down
minor sh-t still matters when no one else around
trying to gain some money, but i’m losing all my pounds
pacman with the 40, tape me up for a round

pre-hook:
still wonder why you never round
why you be a square?
d-mned if i be a deadbeat
d-mned if i do care
hazy with the truth , i’m smoking just to clear the trees
man i’m feeling like a zombie man, i haven’t slept in weeks
you be sick, and i be ill, eight eight rising plus degrees
if you ain’t learn your lesson yet, then let me catch you up to speed

hook:
i do it for the bounce
i do it for the keys
i do it for amounts
i do it, it’s a breeze
x2

verse 2:
smoking on the cold coals of the earth
smoke dispersed
know you got much more love to get than serve, know ya worth
b-tch i do it all, but it ain’t all it cracked to be
bags under my sleep to transform actually
lookin in the mirror, just to face dualities
but all i see is me causing casualties
on all the stages, flip the pages, rip the book in half
work with words to get the zeros like i failed in math
rollin hash, tried to brown em, burnt down ya raps
all my tracks elevate, put that down in wax
gave em pieces of my life, just to make some cash
like my knees under a knife, like i rose and crashed
and it’s still peace to phife, i keep playing with my life
checking prices though i know i can’t give it back
check the facts b-tch
all i did was f-cking fax hits
all time did was really tax him
on time, like i’m good at moving pack quick
been fine, i’m just tryna see the max quick
been gone, all lone, let me hone craft
been a dog, throw a bone, i need dome stat
oversee, got the deed like i sold raps
overseas with the team where we rolled caps
been a long ways away since i stole hats
off the top, let it pop, give the soul back
x2

end hook:
still wonder why you never round
why you be a…
why you be a…
you do it, you do it, you do it
for whom?

- adobo lyrics

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