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lan amore - forty-seven lyrics

i don’t wanna be that kid with a deadbeat dream on a one trick high for the next three weeks talkin all this hype for my next ep n-gga don’t let go
don’t hold back if you want that crown and it won’t come cheap just don’t back down
its gold in the t–th
red through the eyes
cold to the touch more dead than alive
and i’m low key hurt by the way you respond giving all that i got as i fall to the dirt
one more time
run that verse to the front of the line if hurts then it works it’s the first of its kind
can’t play dumb
it’s all in my head at the tip of my thumb
no more sleep no fun no breaks no chance
hate filled taste of demand for a whole new dance each 14 days oh look some dude got a morphine b-ss for the faced out kids in the 14th rave this week
gods don’t pray to belief if i stay on the leash ima leave as a b-tch
brain dead dads
cane hill patchwork stained on a bag
brag for the win
boast for the goat
wraith in a ditch and i’m taking a cab
brightside playdead a plus tracked out wav
cashed out got no chill
my god so trill so k!ll that trout if it got no gills i’ma fill that void
hills don’t lie
hip shot down its a b-tch to defy my will by choice
chipped on bill but of course i won’t inhale till i feel that voice inside
(yeahhhh)
and they told me we would make it over
tell that to the naked soldier shot for shot to flake his shoulder
medic now
make his quota
settle down
pray jahova
shepherd dog
face a rover
say goodbye
shake it slower
oh no you dont got sh-t to say sept b-tch and moaning
woah
by the way i’m getting high today lemme finish smoking
and i know most ya don’t f-ck with me go pick ya bones get rigamortis off sticks n stones with rick and morty im trippin home
like bro
f-ck you talking about let me down don’t score the record i’m sick a heck might kick the bed get rich and dead by 47 some chick who said my head spinning those different med been bed ridden since seventeen when nothing changed oh percocet don’t mess with him
my best verse ain’t yet yet written it never will be
just kidding that one time them b-tterflies went cut and dry dissecting um
dressed up like fat cats on life alert with they fat stacks mean jack sh-t i’m captain now and i’m cashing out like a high roller going 5 figures when i drive the lotus ima sign her t-tties ima try to focus on the finer things if i survive the crash ima climb the ranks until the climb is over need a sign to settle need a dime to smoke it need a grind the kettle need shine the sofa need the time to rest cause im been kinda broken like a line of c0ke without the time to blow it
like woah
that’s alotta bullsh-t in fact don’t get me started
go t-t for tat and get ripped in half then go sit relax as i’m heavy hearted
my hoes black in prada whole clique in back about half the projects all sippin ngac not b-tching back when hit the track and im blastin off it
like bro
oh no you dont got sh-t to say sept b-tch and moaning
woah
by the way i’m getting high today lemme finish smoking
and i know most ya don’t f-ck with me go pick ya bones get rigamortis off sticks n stones with rick and morty im trippin home
f-ck you talking about let me down don’t score the record i’m sick a heck might kick the bed get rich and dead by 47 some chick who said my head spinning those different med been bed ridden since seventeen when nothing changed oh percocet don’t mess with him

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