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dom peluso the r.a.m - dark red room lyrics

chillin with a f+ckin panic attack
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah
imagine a dark red room
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
rammy

if i
gave them an intro, i would feel reintroduced
skipping class, shortie, i was in the stu
you got no confidence, i feel it in your handshakes
north and york, but park on kenilworth
legend has it he still treats the roof like porch
i light my bic, then fl!ck, my lawns an ash tray

so, here’s the process in terms of processors
this a de+stresser, to de+esser, repeat for pleasure
simple as is, used to scribble to reset
so i’m used to this course of events
see
i’m the dude who run it
they don’t have a clue yet like a dang whodunnit
on writers block, i’ve got no right of way
let the bullsh+t pass
quarantined, but in traffic
not essential
locked into the memos
drafting up the demos
could float to oak park on this instrumental
and still have ten toes down like stilettos
i heal when i’m high
that’s when i step and it echoes
but i don’t f+ck with xans, i could get hurt
no pills, that’s a brand new sweat shirt
rammy
just the leaf, one hitter piece: dec
it’s a scene/seen, you read me?
black and white, they copy like it’s cc
they told me keep this sh+t appropriate, like pg
nerding at the desk with the words, i’m a seat geek
you catch the buzz, i got the drive of a dd
noteworthy like mad teachers, see me
up front like a vocalist
he practices what he’s preaching, the pope ghost wrote for this
i’m trying to get it right, for the wrong people noticing
you can watch the growth but don’t stunt me
some want the clout, and they’ll pretend we’re buddies
i compare to wealthy man pockets, i’m money
dummy falling short, i guess he just want uppies
to sit in front seat, screaming “but please”, nose all runny
you need a table turner, blow a little firmer
watcha wanna order? no, we don’t have gerber
my sh+t heat, even on the back burner
fans flipping like a burger, i feel like a food worker
welcome in, welcome in
they’re back for the show again, take your seat and lets begin
the drama framed comedy: autobiography
proof within discography listened to chronologically
when eyes rolled like the snakes on dices
now i live picture perfect with nemonic vices
after all i’m hidden like missing its milk carton+esk
but still got trends like a bully, yeah, he start this mess
f+ck zero tolerance, old school with the letters
got the punch lines like a hook, four measures
inch for inch i dig within
to pen the pinch
no different as a kid when i

gave them an intro and i felt reintroduced
skipping class shortie i was in the stu
you got no confidence, i feel it in your handshakes
north and york, but park on kenilworth
legend has it he still treats the roof like porch
i light my bic then fl!ck my lawns an ash tray

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