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ayeron - foreign interlude lyrics

[verse 1: ayeron]
back again is that volatile been hostile and
hock a spit up and taunting and knocking n-ggas and flaunting it;(sh-t…)
i’m positive he’s not a hostage its just that he needs oxygen
he’s auctioning off his heart cause he knows its not a part of him
n0body’s hard as him, tossin’ out his armaments and calling off his army
10 n-ggas feeling larcenous, we feeling marvelous
marvel this, marble tin cans in a harqebus;
and sh-ts stole, get away,and drive the b-tch into a pole, amscray
sit alone, and stash the loot away
i’m not tall enough to ride the emotional roller coaster of hoes
who notice i’m an -ssh0l- and i’m boastin;
i’m brash and braggadocios, i’m nasty as halitosis
they know this n-ggas a menace, folding those with dilemmas
mysterious little villain, period end of sentence

[hook]
i see you quick to throw a stone in a gl-ss home
now i’m not perfect but i’m no roman when i’m in rome;
hold my composure, i’m attracted to these bi-polar hoes
call her friend up, get some exposure, she’s a loner;
rolled her over, drove her rover, sober, slower, motor sk!lls? no sir
over (k!ll), cold as (steel), and i’m known to will the public to do dumb sh-t
(sh-t) sh-t i’m up to nothing, tennis so love means nothing to me
and f-cking everything is so numbing to me;
he’s -ssertive and hot headed, he’s flourished and not pleasant
absurd and he’s not second, he’s c-cky and not rested at all
unjust with a ball, if they ain’t with the homies i don’t f-ck with them at all
it goes, one for the money, two for the dream
and three for my n-ggas who reppin’ the gsd;

[verse 2: ayeron]
self destructive habits, from my sleeping to my diet
i’m back to my old ways, ain’t left the house in some days;
and this n-gga got bad when his momma stopped dressing him
he’s far from average but he’s mean if you testing him;
losing my mind, just to gain some perspective
and reaping what i sow, but i ain’t weeping for no ho;
i’m p-ssenger seat, while she’s driving me crazy
wish i was p-ssenger seat, with nicki driving a mercedes;
f-ck hoes, i’m too suspicious and presumptuous
and they voluptuous, see i go wrong when i see em as my sustenance
summer sucks i’m loving quick, i’m dumb enough to hump stick
no glove and dip, i’m done i quit;
and i don’t do fake, i tend to lose face
slip a b-tch the tongue like under my shoelace;
pulling b-tches like a suitcase, with the wheels under
i still wonder if i can feel her love

(chorus)

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