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clbrks - p.e.d. lyrics

i’m on the lance armstrong kinda’ diet
i got this piffy in the wrapper like a parma violet
i don’t need to get violent but you can try it
i just sent a text message now you’re moving silent

i microwave it like less than a minute
because revenge is a dish served cold, i admit it
i know my limits, s’why you need to learn to stop chatting
i’m not a cynic i just need to stop ranting on and on and on… forever and ever
conversations with my papers, arguments with my stella
are you safe in your assurance, guarantee you i’m better
i smoke dope on the red double decker, and tell em f+ck a bobby
like once a hobby, need recuperation
send me your location
baiting your address on the radio station
i lose patiences, instead of staying calm and collected
i made a couple calls and invested
i’m blessed kid

and yeah, they all appear to talk about me
pre+corona all these people seem to walk around me
you can pre the stoner that keeps talking loudly
i take your watch and then i walk off

i’m in the building like i’m gaudi or hadid
i copped it off a geezer called habib who runs a pharmacy
i cut you off and scream “pardon me” out the window
it’s really hard to see the artistry from your perspective
c l. quiet and i talk reckless
you get spun like some technics, wheel up
i’m playing tetris with my feet up, while the money’s coming in
i lift joints all the time, i ain’t needing a gym

i think i’m needing a gin, a few pills and a bath
i met death, stared him straight in the face and i laughed
we could go bake a cake and then we’ll split it in half
but just know i took the better portion

- clbrks lyrics

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