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jet gladstone - the boy lyrics

[part 1: compl3xx]
oh h-ll, it’s soul selling season
trade it for the models, bottles, pounds of some trees and
a contract to drop tracks without having a reason
i just wanna flood the game with content this evening
but i’m sitting at the bar, hearing other n-gg-s’ bars
swear to god i’m better than these n-gg-s, that they loving
but my tape ain’t really selling, so i just order another
shot of that tequila, while i’m all up in my feelings
these n-gg-s touring new zealand, while i’m staring at my ceiling
whole f-cking world to travel out there and i won’t get to see it
i’m gonna die in a run-down apartment
the eulogy will say: “that f-cking artist, he was starvin’
with a stomach full of hummus and a sock to put his c-m in
whoever found that body should’ve knocked before they comin’…”

[samples:]
“relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke – gun smoke, gun smoke”
“renegade – never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
cause i’m a…”
“baby you gotta know that i’m just at your door
what i gotta do for me and you?
when we eatin’, so b-tch, why the f-ck is you tripping?
i’m taking these chances”

[part 2: jet gladstone]
your vision on sideways [slope of an ego?]
you’re ’boutta fall, sipping alcohol
staying in to avoid a brawl
the son that walks and never really talks
and seldom eye contact, cause of the dreadlocks
look, y’all don’t really see his pain
education loss, he broke tonight, payin’
dues and respects to the life, that he wasted
and the fight with life, he finally faced it
tasted, ended up drinking the sorrow
and go to sleep, maybe i’ll be going tomorrow
or maybe i wake up, it’s time to follow
the dream: a black boy fly, arron afflalo
or the game, when opportune is knocking at the door
ain’t showing no signs of stopping
dead chopping the rocks on top of the docks
hoppin’ and poppin’ at every d-mn jewellery shop
on every train that [won’t ban living a vision?]
where the inside topped and filled
the decision is belvedaire, so clear – finna regulate
take one shot to the head – finna celebrate

[samples:]
“faded (drank)”

“i gotta testify”
“don’t you compare me, cause there ain’t n-body”
“relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke – gun smoke, gun smoke”
“renegade – never been afraid to say
what’s on my mind at any given time of day
cause i’m a renegade
never been afraid to talk about anything, anything!”

- jet gladstone lyrics

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