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esem - church lyrics

[intro: nán fiero]
oh yeah?
chills bruh?
watch me

[verse 1: nán fiero]
salsa de pato over spanish rice
who said i ain’t live a lavish life?
look at it twice, the loop was giving me latin vibes so i added spice
whoever told you grab a mic gave you bad advice
don’t mean you nice ‘cause you act polite
you wouldn’t impress a soul if you was gladys knight
i might toss a verse at you if the cash is right
i need bands in each hand like the acolytes
make sure them bills crispy as a can of sprite
toss ‘em at ya’ girlie dancing dirty no havana nights
shorty looking like a flashback of vanna white
i need a young mary steenburgen wit’ that bush looking like a sea urchin
she seem like a sweet person, all the pretty ones crazy so i can’t be certain
words flowing well together like i speak cursive
ya’ whole style need service
sh+t all i do is leave earth with these verses
since back when i was deemed worthless
still am i’m just a tweaked version
i’m working on it tryna seek purpose
while i heal from old traumas that tend to resurface
hanging where the fiends lurking
hand+to+hand sales, me i mind my own business during each purchase
primo usually wit’ them trees burning
in the west by where my tíos used to eat church’s
[interlude: nán fiero]
know i’m saying man?
i’m just talking
look

[verse 2: nán fiero]
whole world burning i got ash in my beer
when i’m sad i pull out a wad of cash for my tears
nah i’m playing, bank account in overdraft it appears
i woke up in the negatives, feel like alaska in here
i’m hungover wondering if the aspirin is near
‘cause my head feeling like it just smashed through a mirror
say my name in it, bet i pop up like a p+rn virus
so effortless wit’ it, y’all was born trying
a scorned giant, outed for his poor diet
always said he’d get his revenge, and he swore by it
grew up with them skateboarders but i didn’t skate
always too heavy, started grinding in a different way
working towards the bread and chicken like it’s chick+fil+a
it’s 98 degrees in the town, i just seen nick lachey
this heat wave came out of nowhere and it hit the bay
‘round the same time this sh+t was made, coincidence or nay?
go for the latter like the dudleys
i like my batter kinda b+ttery
she say it don’t matter if i’m ugly
besides she like me fatter ‘cause i’m cuddly
b+tch enable me i’m going through the roof
i been the goat, i’m just showing them the proof, why would i hold ‘em from the truth?
they screaming ‘d+mn’ they ain’t quoting no faarooq
i don’t play soccer but it’s been oakland in my roots
i been posted wit’ my troops since we was living in that warzone
the more grimier the neighborhood the more home
that sharp fly sh+t like a sword thrown
mixed with the self+deprecation and pure soul
baby

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