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skinny-bastard x boog! - ev3rything in mind pt. 2: wh0 can wear th3se $h0e$? lyrics

$hane-master$
(bridge)

i got my own groove the tempo is the blues and when i fall apart then i’m my own glue
me myself and i, it’s like my own group
i tell you time after time time after time

(verse 1)

rinse and repeat
water on the rise
shoulder level height
i don’t jump on bandwagons
zan pop or think for y’all
i see myself i try hardest give my all and turn how i feel to song
you hate me still you dance along you contribute to the problem and you wanna keep it going
i guess distress i can’t i’m blessed and fed where i can extend my hand but ain’t nothing on demand way too much is on a man
protect provide and plan put your blood into the land
men are good and men are bad if they living you can guarantee they trying to hit some skins i’m no different i exists between shades of insanity
shame on myself i know i’m blamed for infinity
sean he tried to warn me
i’m just repeating history

(chorus)

you don’t see my side
that’s okay that’s fine
i know when i’m right
i know when to ride
who can wear these nikes

who can wear em right
just keep that in mind
kus everything in mind
every day and night
just how you designed

boog!
(bridge)

i got my own groove the tempo is the blues and when i fall apart then i’m my own glue
me myself and i, it’s like my own group
i tell you time after time time after time

(verse)
shine wit a chipped tooth
blind leading the blind
unto a vibe i won’t caboose
know they listen to my calls
but it’s alright, i’m the truth
paul pierce in the booth
took 3 steps, life pulled 4 back
but still in the corner took the shot
clock got nothing left
my green headbandin
the gr-ss i stand in
vibrate higher then pharmacy bandits
who commanded the patience
to hire pilots to not be stranded
as the made their getaways
they say bullets don’t have names, even strays
so what that make fate?
what about the one that took my homie away when i was eight?
you ain’t even hit my phone to see if i made it through the day
but i’m okay
always have been
always had myself when i ain’t make it to the playpen
and was forced to play alone
the sky really my home
i found most my furniture traveling galaxies
comets in my calories
it’s stars in my pantries
peelin thin-skinned artists like they tangerines
for entrance fees
the f-ck is you tellin me?
don’t you know who it be?
if not won’t you spell it out!
b double o to the g don’t use my name for clout!

(chorus)

you don’t see my side
that’s okay that’s fine
i know when i’m right
i know when to ride
who can wear these nikes

who can wear em right
just keep that in mind
kus everything in mind
every day and night
just how you designed

(outro)

$hane-master$
diamond life young sade
all this smooth operating
i break and rebuild daily
and make it look so gravy

boog!
i hop out my ocean of my pain
you should you know you can’t drain me
and you know you can’t graze me
need yes & no’s , no maybes

$hane-master$
my past life a youth of euphrates
first human civilization
first that now this the breaks
but one thing i ain’t is basic

boog!
speak to me direct, don’t talk crazy
i’m already a mad scientist daily
im hotheaded and far from lazy
when you don’t know not to play me
…

- skinny bastard x boog lyrics

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