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slagle - prpl lyrics

riding real slow
with a sack of some purp/
vibing to the tones
as im asking whats it worth/
i know death cold
an if your bad youll burn/
not another sad song
x2

mourning,morning skepticals
for burying my words/
watching thirty eight, specials
turn cerebellums into birds/
my life is progressive
so success is insured/
loaded off medical edibles
after burning herb/
a prince in this purple rain
lifted off purple haze/
reclusive in hermit ways
with bourbon and an eighth/
to lost to be saved
bursting into b-lls of flames/
as pain torments my faith
what if church is the way/?
maybe my own worst enemy
satan is a freind to me/
these demons are kin to me
freinds only pretending to be/
though im gifted, capish?
like aubrey sent it to me/
to sharp to change ident-ty
im who i was meant to be/
and much more
mentally im arthurs sword/
after a long war
split and battered and wore
though ill live after the storm/
with skin thicker than floors
after having lifes full course
im only hungry for more/

riding real slow
with a pack of some purp/
vibing to the tone
as im asking whats it worth/
i know death is cold
an if your bad youll burn/
not another sad song
i practice what ive learned/x2

ive wrote to this fire
through these ashes im cleansed/
high notes like mariah
no wonder this airs thin/
ambitions as a rider
on two packs ,ill rise again/
black flags like pirates
riding like will rise against/
these law dogs and all
youll get hauled off/
caught up, and awfully mauled/
even stretch arm strong
can catch a strong arm to his jaw/
the land where im from
standing with a sawed offs tall/
nauseous out comes
stranded in the heart of it all/
with these itsy bitsy raps
in the middle of the map/
nightly hearing clickity clack
then swift piddles and taps/
an then if im this villain
riddler,riddle me that/
its always me against a million
at least walls have my back/
i armor all with armor off
saving the harder falls/
cautiously cautious
for when the coffin calls/
youll nauseously vomit
to hear what coffins cost/
pro life tho deaths involved
its never choice after all/

riding real slow
with a pack of some purp/
vibing to the tones
as im asking whats it worth/
i know death is cold
an if your bad youll burn/
not another sad song
i practice what ive learned/x2

- slagle lyrics

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