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fyre - caustic lyrics

[mxlplx]
i don’t do this for fans, if you like it that’s cool
buy the tape and help us make another one fool
buy the cd and the record if critics say it’s cool
tie a noose around your neck so you can hang from my jewels
if you want it, i got it just come and get it today
take your wallet out your pocket so a man can get paid
don’t knock it till you bought it, better than gettin’ laid
lay back and let it hit, soak it up for a while
if payback’s an ugly b-tch, break [in and walk out with a child?]
i got a [?] eating trip and take an edge off a style [to be?]
rise like a caddy slum and [?] for miles
give this music to a new b-tch that stay on your d-ck [smilin’?]
watch her bend over like rover and take it from behind
think i’m lyin? yeah i’m lyin’ play this beat and get [-ss?]
[?] and reminisce ’bout all the times you spent cash
on an investment that double bubble and [b-tches?] to smash
it was born without a future, it’ll die with no past
it’s the beautiful crystals on my california stash
talkin’ h-lla sh-t ’cause i know this’ll last

[sw-nk daddy]
listen to me close but don’t listen too hard
listen to my story before you choose to starve
once upon a night, there we were in the yard
discussin’ god again, when she got out the car
legs before dress, dress before arms
fragrance before sp-ce, sp-ce before charm
steps like a candle, you listen, you learn
fire before smoke, baby burn baby burn
[from in vase b-ss and trump?] destroyed away to the turn
arrival, unexpected, was this something to earn?
thought before step, practice before fight
death before life, checkmate with these rocks
[been diced?] like middle aged women
please [pause?] when i’m dreamin’
strictly distant from your spot, got no meaning
mystic more my lady in slop
i catch her sleepin’ then i be leaving [this to die?]
dr. nashville, going to the left keep it hot
language unidentifiable to [them not?]
have [at ’em operator?] they tell me “don’t stop”

[young g]
young and confusing, that’s nothing new
if i wasn’t confused, it would confuse me, so what the f-ck to do?
who could really [roll phillies?] and not get twisted?
[two man raise plates?] haste is my b-tch
what the f-ck, you really think i’m tamed?
never to mess [?] little wild animal who knows the game
and see young connoisseur of a soul that’s pure
looking towards death is your cure
when many more men in line to prove dominance
[?] submission is nearly most obvious
but i know when the trap, how its used to attract

- fyre lyrics

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