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flucee - 72 barz lyrics

[intro]
yea
flucee
72 bars motherf+cker
haha
check it

[verse]
my brain’s rottin’ from this ganja, need some lsd to heal it
insane thoughts up in this spot, it’s getting harder to conceal it (what)
with all this bullsh+t in my head, i’m tryna f+ck around ‘n reveal it
i’m beneath all of the talk sh+t so these p+ssies best believe it
way that i’m movin’ kinda toxic, at least i’m ready to f+ckin’ admit it (ooo)
ain’t n0body gotta like it, if you don’t, you can suck on my big d+ck
and the b+lls too, give the b+lls a big l!ck, turn around ‘n get hit (what)
spaz up in the motherf+ckin’ booth while you tied to a chair, getting big l!cked (yah)
i’m getting busy boolie bopping with this imaginary glizzy
hoping you know that the bud i smoke is really kinda sticky (sticky, sticky)
and the shrooms that keep mе trippin’d have you feelin’ a little dizzy
with this life that could еnd quickly, man this sh+t can be so tricky (tricky)
it really ain’t nothing pretty, praying that the lord forgive me
doing sh+t that is forbidden, living life, ain’t got no limits
ducking bullsh+t like i’m hidden, f+ck with me, you’d wish you didn’t
apologies aren’t sufficient, i’d smack you, and i ain’t kidding (b+tch)
now catch me hiding off the grid, droppin’ just a bit of cid
to cope with the imperfections of this life in which i live (yea)
scoping out any corrections, tryna come out with a win (what)
but that win is only comin’ when you least f+ckin’ expect it
when i dropped that f+ckin’ record, thought everybody would dead it
i felt like a f+ckin’ failure after all the sh+t i’ve been in (oh yea)
thought about taking a f+cking glock up to my f+cking head to end it (what)
up until i remembered that i’m destined to be a legend (yah)
gettin’ riches, gettin’ power, granting wishes like a star
i know i gotta keep it real because the bottoms never far (what)
but where’s the bottom of the ocean when it feels like you’re on mars? (yea)
i got scars i’ve been tryna heal for way too motherf+cking long (nah, nah)
and i’m strong! but i know that a handful is what i be
and i may say things that i do not actually mean (what)
and i got a little monster living up inside of me
that may cause me to deny how much of a d+ck i can be (yea)
i be thinking that you think i’m thinking i’m a supernatural being
that i’m a god, fearless of what this thinking decides to bring me
but the truth is i’ve been broken into millions of tiny pieces (tiny pieces)
and i’m literally barely breathing cus my life keeps switching seasons
and i got too many people i don’t seem to be appeasing
including myself cus i’m tired of feelin’ like i need to be appeasing
you ain’t rocking with me? then f+ck it, hope to see yo momma bleedin’
and that f+cking sight i’m seeing’s like feelin’ high off cocaina (what, what)
and that cocaina gon’ make me start acting a little meaner
then you’ll see me walk around like i just caught a misdemeanor
when you walk with this demeanor, b+tches treat you like the cleaners
yes i am an in+betweener, but you’ll never know the meaning (nope)
always higher than the ceiling, b+tch i’m a demon in the evening
chopping bars that are so hot, like a meat cleaver with a heater
with this flow that i am eating, got this song feelin’ completed
rap’s a b+tch that i am greeting and i couldn’t wait to meet her (yea, yea)
rarely been built like a cheater, know i ain’t tryna mistreat her
never ever gonna beat her, and after me, she gon’ be sweeter
get her shaking like a seizure cus i’ll be all up in her speakers
having everybody preaching cus my presence feels like easter
and i think that i’m a keeper cus i’ll be giving her ether
i’ma breed her cause i’m always behind her like a heatseeker
now the ball is in my field like i was an open receiver
and i’ma have all of these rappers tryna play follow the leader (woo)
now i rolled up a blunt and sparked it up
puff it like i’m too high to be givin’ a single f+ck (what)
workin’ so hard so that you know it ain’t luck
but i ain’t beggin’ for love like i’m a first son (son)
i’ll be getting dubs and i know it for certain
got a feelin’ that this game is really gon’ be mine to run
so i’m pouring some liquor up in my motherf+ckin’ cup
and you know i’m licensed to serve like i am the f+ckin’ plug (plug)
my music is dope like it’s a motherf+cking drug
type of sh+t that’ll have you feelin’ so mof+ckin’ bugged (yea, yea)
all of this alc up in my motherf+cking blood (no, no)
and struggles that got me going so motherf+ckin’ nuts (what, what)
i feel like i’m trapped up inside the same old rut
got people pretending to be my motherf+cking bud (nope)
know that i’m willing to be giving a little blood
then all of your necks are seriously ‘bouta get f+ckin’ cut (b+tch)

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