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slyte - amnesia lyrics

[intro]
i don’t want this-
i don’t want this on my head, okay
sl¥te work, what you thinkin’ about?
i’m done doing this
do it again

[verse 1: sl¥te]
(sl¥te work, what you thinkin’ about?)
evidently work, put this d-ck in ya mouth
heaven sent me first, so i never got the verse in person
guess the message still trickling down
(get the f-ck out of here)
so while i’m waitin’ for that
let me get off my -ss and make a f-ckin’ grip with this rap
i used to cop a sack so a n-gga don’t spazz
but without it i been spazzin’ on emaculate tracks
and i still smoke
keep me in my f-ckin’ zone when i feel low
low key k!llin’ n-ggas dreams, yea i k!ll slow
low key d-ckin’ in between, how it feel ho
then uh-oh! n-ggas gettin’ agitated
when i make a f-ckin’ track, you should be happy i made it
when i’m droppin’ them hits, don’t get to coppin’ the fifth
get to noddin’ ya head, and get to poppin’ with this

[verse 2: sl¥te]
man i’m trying to put my city on some new sh-t
this the motherf-ckin’ thanks i get?
all the game i spit, all them thangs i hit
and i still har-ss motherf-ckers to play my sh-t?
and silver spoon? what the f-ck do you think?
’07, ’08 n-gga my fridge was blank
you was playin’ hanky pank across the street in paint
while i was paintin’ pictures of my landlord with a shank
one dead, two dead, three dead, four
four dead, five dead, six dead more
how much rent do it take until a n-gga living straight
why them b-tches got to hate, let me get this money
one stack, two stack, three stacks, four
four stacks, five stacks, six stacks, more
how much bank do it take until a n-gga living straight
why them n-ggas got to hate, let me count this money
i be at it for weeks
and b-tch n-gga i ain’t matchin’ ya peak
a lot of you weep because a lot of you weak
a lot of n-ggas ain’t rich because a lot of you sleep
but not me, oh no not me
but please, don’t take my word for it
ask the streets (evil laughter)
you sleep

[verse 3: dominic fike]
man, runnin’ around trying to jog my memory
she saying somethin’ about~ nut in her mouth
if heaven sendin’ messages, i’d be stuck in the ground
for a grip, and i ain’t f-ckin’ around
feet all in the dirt and my mind stuck in the clouds
vice versa, ma i got what you need right here
me and sl¥te work, tell her give me the green light first
said what i’m doin’, it seem like work
i leave my kitchen with two broken -ss wrists
and now everybody smokin’ that sh-t
i got the white kids in rehab, light skinned-ed need that
dark n-ggas parked in the front, where my front
(they need that)
day out and day in at any day inn that we can stay in
dope sales at the hotel
i can finger paint a pin up, fiends playin’ pick up
caught up in this sh-t, what? we brought up in this sh-t
give me some

[chorus: sl¥te]
i think i copped amnesia
cause i don’t remember you there
off rip, we ain’t feeling you here
numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with ya
i think i copped amnesia
cause i don’t remember you there
g sh-t, we ain’t feeling you here
numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with ya
i think i copped amnesia
cause i don’t remember you there
off rip, we ain’t feeling you here
numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with ya
i think i copped amnesia
cause i don’t remember you there
g sh-t, we ain’t feeling you here
numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas, numb to you n-ggas
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with ya

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