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culturebreath - l.i.o. (pro. xaucek pandafaux) lyrics

(verse 1)
woke up feelin’ like a loser
what’s new, ain’t sh+t
you’ll just lose her
screws loose
that ganja boost ya’
die by the gun
in the woods under the sun
yeah, i know you do that sh+t for fun
but the sun gave you a daughter
so if you can
i’ll say just step a little farther
don’t do to her, as your own father did
die in the end, like why bother
why bother
daily poppin’ pills, like how much farther
then you don’t wake up
well that night i’m sure you f+ckin’ did
and you won’t do to your kid
the kinda sh+t your dad was daily poppin’ out of his lid
you’ve spent a life to rid of all this pain
depressions your plain
so why the f+ck would you dip off
you feelin’ a little selfish, insane
but no excuse, ya screws loose, but ain’t you
so let loose, live it, and let be
cuz’ you’ll see you got me
your demons
you’ll never die alone in the shadows
but it doesn’t mean i wouldn’t leave you dead
in the trench below the gallows
feelin’ hollow, there’s the sorrows
blood run streets, like these
memories, more than my life story
we all dirty, beaten, and lonely
so please tell me
your life story
before your demons tell it for you like mine
but it’s fine, we all blind, i guess
(hook)
i always pass a penny face up
savin’ some for later
catchin’ up, n’ tryin’ flavors
roll a blunt, n’ smoke one up
huh
(x2)

(verse 2)
yeah, i know that it does not help
that i wear boots when i skateboard b+tch
but you ain’t the one livin’ it like this
i be chillin’ up in my own bliss
got the look like i just spelled some p+ss
surely you won’t, can’t miss this b+tch

(verse 3)
rolling through that sketchy tunnel on the way to work, where the homeless sleep, people do drugs, and apparently take rank ass p+sses down there, it reminds that later that day on my lunch break i’ll be smoking a bowl or takin’ a fat dab
how fab, f+ck it
make it a fat slab
working all week
hit the mic, then it’s back at ’em
cuz’ with the mic it ain’t work
it’s 8+5 where i spend time
shaving off my lifespan
hardly makin’ a dime fam’
day dreamin’ of a different life, like maybe this rhyme can, like maybe this rhyme can
(verse 4)
i keep my hair short, cuz’ when that sh+t grows out
yeah, i be lookin’ like kramer
clownin’ out on this banger
feelin’ somewhat sober
hit the wraps
what’s the flavor
i be higher than a plane
i better park in a hanger
cold souls like me
yeah, they becomin’ endangered
uhh, come with+in my circle
you’ll be steppin’ in danger
a growin’ pit within myself
yeah, it be fillin’ with anger
so i smoke up on that loud
i’d rather feel like a stranger
what up

(exit)
(a few repeat words)

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