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brahman_is_gone - nesha lyrics

[verse]
see i’ve been hurtin’, but i ain’t let my momma know
i’mma throw this b+tch across the room into the window
see. i’m vegetatin’ on my mattress
the slashed wrists flash across the insides of my eyelids and lashes
like a movie, i’ll turn your current notions to a smoothie
if he talk to me for once, he spun the arm to f+ck a floozy
wait no, she pulling strings until i ain’t got sh+t to wear
dance around the school and the bar looking for underwear
sh+t
i’ve been feeling at my worst
can’t fix a meal until i pop a pro first
pull a trigger on the nine till i can’t seem to tell if the blood is your’s or mine
black hoodie in the dark tip+toeing in your home though makе the dogs bark
he’s a lurking motherf+ckеr
cop those shots till he can’t pop another in your abdomen
yeah it’s bad to sin so i’mma roll another blunt with your ashes in
b+tch take another shot but turn off all the lights if you hear a single cop
there’s pigs in the street sir, no i didn’t steal here look at my receipt
we got beef with the bacon
hard to get back when the ‘opps keep takin
worn vans until now and later
turn your hood into a cheese grater
crying in [?], never had the time
kids fade too quick like the mists of lime
get heads poppin’, put the heat to your kernel
can’t see the sun, because the shade’s paternal
skin that b+tch, then i’ll sow another wife beater
i ain’t need sleeves, ’cause that’s where i put my feelings later
[verse 2]
flame on my pop filter
spit till i’m off k!llter
run in the the rain and then realize that i split a part of my life that kept doing me wrong
at least i can put my thoughts into a song
you ain’t nothing but dirty laundry to me
and i’m doing my [?] first b+tch i tell you when to curse
you gon’ murder my mans, but wouldn’t
you like to know that i’m piping your friends in the places that we did
it’s hard to pull out when you high off your mind when your n+ggas is telling you get it, you did
and you did it again
again with you mad
again with ‘yo dad
you selfish as f+ck, and i’m sticking around just to get off a nut
you slinging ‘yo sh+t from a mutt to a sl+t and you nothing to me
you down on your knees and you praying to anything but
don’t look up at me until confession is done
the father, the son and the spirit, the truth but you lying with men till you bearing their fruit
there’s snakes in the garden you run and you trip
stop running your sh+t, the weed to my lips
so b+tches is saying i come off too blunt
hard to take sh+t, when ‘yo ex was a c+nt

- brahman_is_gone lyrics

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