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hippy soul - tom lee lyrics

intro:
you don’t know me, you don’t know me now… (x4)

chorus:
mom said i might burn in h-ll, as i burn one in my car, my lungs burning as they swell, as i slowly burn into a star
i’m so tom lee worthy negrow, grow right from concrete (x2)

verse one (idi aah que):
don’t judge me by drug habit, i’m just a walking dragon, the smoking automatic, but i develop p-ssion, the weak ones always silent, the strong ones so defiant, love girls who aura zion, and p-ssy on poseidon, swimming myan flying while these rappers lying i confide in justsu voodoo nansi spitting webs i’m rhyming, tripping rolling zips while b-mping zeppelin with these steps i’m climbing i ain tied i go harder just need water just need father figures tommy missles down -ss n-gg-s packing pistols to protect not to threat just each other we all from the same mother it go deeper when i’m calling you my brother same veins same dirty -ss chains same scars from the whip same fresh -ss rage shout out to kendrick got me feeling like a vanity slave, shout out to memphis for its pimping, girl you made me this way, imagine hippy gold grilling still bringing a change mane these n-gg-s can’t hang

repeat chorus (x1)

verse two (teco)
all i ever wanted in life was good vibrations, the music waters the soul it’s giving me good hydration, spots up on the stairway to heaven are vacant, they should build an elevator since we don’t have the patience, i guess i get too caught up in my aspirations, stuck between reality and fabrication, i’ll never let a man tell me my limitations, god real he been showing me them demonstrations, but i been so ungrateful, and i been holding grudges i’m sorry i can’t unhate you, you made yo decision played yo position, i betrayed yo traditions, i paid no attention to all this stress load, why yo devil and yo preacher abide by the same dress code, lost everything i had but my soul i’m still blessed tho, and i can’t complain, although i must admit i ain’t the same, voices in my head want me dead that sh-t i can’t contain, step up outta h-ll’s kitchen if you can not take the flame

repeat chorus (x1)

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