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creo pitää - spinning lyrics

[verse 1]
wrestling with my soul and spirit for independence
but the blood keeps spilling on the hand with which i’m pening
recently saw a granny in front of many took her panties off
raped a man she saw then leaked his -ss like it’s chilli sauce
viewers screamed in awe, then i thought
“why not make a song
make money bro, you dey hungry o, mummy mustn’t know”
fake story though, popped in my head on the way to rome
you can tell from the intensity on the “p” to “o”
now i’m on tip and toe and out of options
a block away is a mob that got a ton of awards from the oscars
but i thought, “don’t need a medal, men i need a meadow”
so i tried to stay away but they meddled so we settled on
should my sh-t reach a thousand hits
ama drop my cool sound like ounces on a sofa seat
or like my big aunty on the sofa sit
while she restrict the squirt to preach while i’m piecing sh-t
got me wondering, lord wash me so i be as scarlett
had me laundering since i’m meat for igbo men to devour us
not via a boulder

[hook: ayeni]
i’m spinning, feeling like a lost man
heads bowed, man down
i’m spinning, feeling like a lost man
heads bowed, man down
if you love me then take your naira back
fair spot, don’t need your hand out

[verse 2]
a particular shard span silently through the void
perpendicularly wrapped violently now destroyed
now there go two masters, both in old used boxers
main broadcast told one sleeps on vita form mattress
the other, well, once wore the badge of a captain
or a panther, ’causes he’ll execute without them asking
with that said, he don’t fit the description of an -ss-ssin
he’s not without sin, that’s not what i’m saying
i mean, he’s ent-tled to a route
now back to the bout
b claimed righteous, g automatically filthy
dissolution seemed evasive, with one swing b was h-t
but that was g just mistaken
now everybody’s serious, it was morpheus period
light like an idiot, should have shown i’m a sinister
when do i get to test my swords?
maybe one day i’ll evolve, before i go i ask
is you really the goat if you’re still eating gr-ss
reason being that man’s a colander cormorant
if i’m no part of the culture then can i be called a vulture?
if i can’t work freely from the land, do i contribute my quarter
from a freaking helicopter?
will i free my soul while stuck up in a world
where pearls and girls blur the sense of men
and sentimen-tal laws depends on them
but then, n-gg-s still argue over jollof rice on twitter
so i be asking, why don’t they cook her let me eat her?
barely afford two meals a day
but my fellow dogs still ask me for hand outs and i pay
thanks to men who think a n-gg- make vague sentences
in them i place emphasis, which translates as pessimist
but if i’m a dog and you is a cat, then tell me who the m-th-f-cking oppressor is
tell me who the f-cking oppressor is

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