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kig v2 - snooze lyrics

-crunch-
(yeah, look who’s dead, motherf-cker)

[intro]
[[what’s up, what’s up,]] (whaddup-whaddup, whaddup-whaddup)
[[what’s up, what’s up,]] (whaddup-whaddup, whaddup-whaddup)
…yo, what happenin’?

[verse 1]
pumping iron in high school, holding iron after college
pull on the iron, and gearshift; you finna knowledge the chieftain
you ain’t be beefin’ with my cool; i told you, hear it, and follow:
puffin’ p-funks, or spirits, or lunkheads heading to spirit, (aaaa)
nothing swallowed, won’t hear it, listen, you’re funkin’ my spirit
hand out hugs in appearance, but the real me, go peer it
never f-ck with anybody, except, like, eleven-so people
obliged to loving the subjects—i—i mean people, my tongue slipped
actually f-ck finessing, it’s dumb sh-t
it such a blessing, this drum kit
this vibe is best, but i’ll up it; fly from nest, while you plummet
this happy beat liberating all the waves off of inner behavior
zap me from sleep, defibrillator; peep what’s happenin’, i’ll stay here
please
just put me down back under, md
mounting temps all summer, cuz our planet torn asunder, be
now me and who the f-ck ever else, gotta put it back together?
eesh, i’ll stay here…

[chorus]
whaddup-whaddup, [[whaddup-whaddup]]
whaddup brother? [[what’s up?]]
we’re like each other, [[similar]]
except we’re not, [[yuh]]
whaddup-whaddup, [[whaddup-whaddup]]
what’s your customs? [[tradition]]
we might be brothers, [[familiars]]
except for, we’re not

[verse 2]
ya’all, kinda gotta an issue with compet-tion
ya’all just b-tch at the winners; for you i’m dishing out tissues
cuz when you’re winning, you’re selfish; reluctant me finna stick through
all these pills, but i’m retching; charity wishing is vicious
the debt i feel for this people, nothing but spliffs on the mouth roof
i try and record my how-to; they think my image is out to
go get ‘em rapport with some odd dudes, so they just utter a foul truce
to spot my life like a contuse, while i try to reduce trialed abuse
against those, who die for their views, while they, just strumpet for views
toot their trumpet, subdue, who was once unique and true
and i’m just fleekin’ for the loot, and maybe geekin’ for some influence
reeking of sin, like who isn’t? p-ss the gin, drinking on me
didn’t do this for tv; stewed the cream, cuz tummies rumbling
stumbling drunken with the whole team…basically
just me, and my girlfriend
making treats, cuz without a bet award by thirty, i’m worthless

i try and fool myself…
with these…
falsities…

[[get…your…sh-t…together]]

- kig v2 lyrics

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