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quadroon - open jar lyrics

lot to say, i dont speak
got to get, got to be
lots to see lots to pray
lost my seat, lost my way

not a freak, though it may
seem like it somedays
mean writing, propane
dont need help n no way

my soul sold for its own sake
quote quote, for its own sake
broke broke, like a throw away
like a tug boat that couldn’t pull its weight

but im so dope, got my own strain
you can smoke my hope and feel no pain
like i deal cocaine, or coco
im cold as your nose full of snow when it froze, woah

yoyo, everything that go down come back up
keep that in my mind when i act up
strut backwards from a scr+p when i man up
thats a true sack up for a sick pup

listen to the friction, it interrupts like a hiccup
miss the days, pbj’s cut it diagonals like bishops
sick of the sentimеnt, since a kid i been an instrument of change
rеminiscent on the past, looking passed the pain
afterwards in the afternoon your bout good as gone to
the afterlife with sack of dice, only chance is blind luck
like mice, times flies when you fry rice
a watched pot never boils but a watch clock ticks

like a bomb bout to blow like dynamite
your bout as bomb as your bright, and you lit like a light with a b+n+r for a bulb and a stoner for a mind
closing the curtains like im cleaning my closet

and i dont like what i find
so i wrote rhymes for a couple lives
now i won’t die until i struggle to stride
and my ego gon pop like a bubble of pride

reaching for the top, dog im trouble with eyes
seeking out+i watch, like im in love with prize
reaping what ive sought, ive got a lot on my mind
a lot on my mind…

what a run of the rut, got something to shove
kept it tucked like a gun, im the son of the sun
it was bundle of fun, pulled the rug under rugs
i was suprised like a bug bout to die from the light they become, uh

[lot to say, i dont speak
got to get, got to be
lots to see lots to pray
lost my seat, lost my way

not a freak, though it may
seem like it somedays
mean writing, propane
dont need help n no way]x2

- quadroon lyrics

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