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cal (oz) - that's it lyrics

[verse 1: cal]
seventeen years in the same style clothes
seventeen years i’ve been waiting for some dough
find my mind will drift real slow
imma find my grip though the thoughts that i toe
and the love that i owe, i ain’t picking up the phone
let it ring though while i pull another cone
seventeen years i’e been living my life with this pain on mind so let’s get stoned ah
my mind can’t find the time to write a rhyme n
no song of mine i like, i hate my kind
i want to find a way to hide my cries
i want to find a way to shine my light tonight

[chorus: cal]
hating on my sеlf so you don’t need to diss
oxy clique ain’t f+cking with your stick
living with a strap on the side of my hip
quick flip on your switch, if you f+ck around that’s it
hating on my sеlf so you don’t need to diss
oxy clique ain’t f+cking with your stick
living with a strap on the side of my hip
quick flip on your switch, if you f+ck around that’s it

[verse 2: cal]
young c+nt, young c+nt toking on a fat blunt
back of the class in maths he was that one
feeling h+lla sad coz he just had a bad month
now he’s kickin’ back, f+ckin’ glad with some mad c+nts
living the dream
coz he’s smokin the green with his oxy clique and his all black fit
imma rip till this sh+t till the pages split
imma k!ll my sh+t
oxymorons, imma flip b+tch
[chorus: cal]
hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
oxy clique ain’t f+cking with your stick
living with a strap on the side of my hip
quick flip on your switch, if you f+ck around that’s it
hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
oxy clique ain’t f+cking with your stick
living with a strap on the side of my hip
quick flip on your switch, if you f+ck around that’s it

[verse 3: jay]
i got
trauma in my brain, got pain in my heart
don’t wanna be the same so i’m making a path
i spray for the art, ain’t blazing a dart
stayed caged in the dark, i’ve escaped now at last
old man’s head on a young man’s shoulders
thought now i’m bulking that i’d stop sulking
i take a breath, just me and the cold wind
i’m all in when called to win
believe the wild cat boltin’
scared that i’ll be at the final lap; halted
think it’s my fault and, i can’t fault it
thinkin’ bout all the times i got scolded
wishing i couldn’t hold it in
’cause now i’m trapped in this dumb box
cal, craig and austin riding round screaming “f+ck cops”
if i got one shot i won’t duck down
but imma f+ck around till the gun pops
jay
[chorus: cal x jay]
hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
oxy clique ain’t f+cking with your stick
living with a strap on the side of my hip
quick flip on your switch, if you f+ck around that’s it
hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
oxy clique ain’t f+cking with your stick
living with a strap on the side of my hip
quick flip on your switch, if you f+ck around that’s it

- cal oz lyrics

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