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fyre - crackulation lyrics

[mxlplx]
suicidal junkies smoking a pack a day
too high to ride with hussies that can’t cope with the way
i feel about this sh+t, the sh+t that makes me say:
“f+ck everyone who wanna stay
in a place where all they do is get played!”
f+ck disrespect, hardcore to the grave
love to hate cigarettes, love to misbehave
shady cuz i’m stuck in the cuts with the slaves
f+ck all the p+ssies selling out to get paid
b+tch! don’t push me, i never had it made
living in the shadows like a rusty razor bladе
ready to do battle with the onе who invades
my spot like a cop tryna stop the way i blaze
get the f+ck off my block, b+tch, i am not amazed!
[sw+nk]
i been blessed in the dirt, been breathing in the heat
been left on this turf to bleed in my peace
moving slow as the earth from the bigger picture, see
we die for what it’s worth for we know we’re too weak
to understand our birth while stuck on the streets
climbing out the window and stepping out the crease
to find a door that stands a list for our release
pass me something real before you pass me something sweet
up in the empty, loving life neck deep
inside this fireball, we all know it’s the least
to walk above the lands and find the one way to keep
the days spread so far, it’s hard to tell when to sleep
every motherf+cking feeling has developed its own feet
love is in the chamber and burning up the beast
dancing all the way home to a mind blowing beat
the gun and justice claims all we call and cheat
we been blessed with a world that stays in our reach
to pick up and let down any way we please
the soul cuts deeper every time we leave
from the minimum to the maximum speeds
as fast as the sun shows a face to please
we stacking through the circus just to feel what’s free
feeling my heart from the surface so i’m able to breathe

[young g and sw+nk]
twisting up the roller, all i want is doja
(my n+ggas still be)
my status to bring closure, regain my composure
young rap composer over in the low
soldier down to smoke, all feelings had invoked
i’m high but now i’m broke, rebellion provoked
it’s time to get a job, you little slob
unable to appreciate, now it’s time to rob
pleasure makes me throb, from sactown to cobb
smoking straight bomb
[sw+nk]
the sidewalk is blazing, the broadway is aging
the poor continue paying, music lifts the bas+m+nts
the man in the middle will always lose his patience
poverty and pistols keep most in amazement
nothing pure runs off control of persuasion
yesterday is gone but it left us with the fragrance
cds run for miles, selling down like a slave ship
keep your spirit fake cuz the devil’s known to facelift
the center of the wild is where we find creation
locked behind the bars of our own celebration
reopening scars, sliding down the sedation
you say i’ve gone too far though i’m not your relation
to the naked eye, everything has a replacement
the feelings in his heart enough to split the pavement
i’m realizing love ain’t exactly a sensation
it’s a stone on which we’re meant to build our nation
we feel this light spreading as we feel our expiration
the streets are burning coal, too deep for speculation
for now i’ll keep my prayers and a blunt for the occasion
for now i’ll keep my prayers and two blunts for the occasion

- fyre lyrics

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