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juga-naut & mr. brown - two thousand lyrics

[verse 1]
i hope he quits, hope he’s really stopping
i might ask him what’s really popping
what’s really popping (what’s good) (jugz)
yo, uh
i was born in notts, 2,000 years ago
and if you don’t treat ‘em at the root, then your fears’ll grow
everybody wants to rule the world so the tears’ll flow
you might hear the cracks before [?] they appear to show
fine nations crumble, every moment is a power struggle
respect and money, if it’s both, then you power doubles
sifting thru the rubble with a fine tooth
the trouble with trust is double+checking when i find truth
korean fried cauliflower in the fry basket
see ya’ career sinking and wink when i fly past ya’
there’s no room in the casket, stay fat, forever fastin’
that’s the beauty of art, is it’s forever lastin’ (always)
the impressionists, best+dressed, forever crisp
never twist who i’m way better than, there’s several lists
endearing like a lisp, say hearing this
three point shot with my eyes close, ain’t nearly miss
but that’s the thing everyone wants to point out, the near miss
not the game you want blindfolding on one foot

[verse 2]
i’m stealin’ pies off the windowsill, piping hot
surviving notts, life’s a wild ride and i like the plot
the way i rock mics is like [?]
typing a lot, tye dye tot, dicing the guap, mm
henry hoover, the cash movin’ the flash, move the stash
unusual rash, choosin’ to scratch
sea salt cookies served in a batch
don’t eat after 12, ask the guy in the chinese shop what’s the catch (don’t mess about)
i’m watchin’ sn+tch while i pop the caps
celebrate my wins but it’s a burden that i got to rap
barely counting two hands, ones is got my back
two grand to track, two grand pianos, back to black
rather be a fan than to beg for collabs (yes)
i’m from the bucket where they’re pulling on the legs of the crabs (no)
i stay runnin’ off adrenaline, the sleep is deprived
i feel inner peace is the only missin’ piece of my life
right
is it attainable?
is the artwork framable?
is the beat here flammable?
bullseye hittin’ when it’s aimable
only take the prize when it’s claimable

- juga naut mr brown lyrics

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