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the thought - broke bitch lyrics

[verse]
yo, i don’t sugarcoat a word
you fl!cking boogers at nerds, i’ll kick your ass in the ‘burbs
i’m rude to adjectives, i disrespect the verbs
you’ve got additives in your writtens, you’re better off biting curbs
i’m so sick of the chirping, y’all should zip up your chatter
you only climbing ladders with some windex and a squeegee
it ain’t easy being hungry like this, i’m getting fatter
than brendan fraser in the whale, y’all littlefinger in the vale
i’m bending razors like kuvira, who feels the coup de cœur, huh?
no fear of akira, i got no peer among psychics
they stuck on pouring some beer up, i’m watching jaundice get nearer
“is that a robot in the mirror?”, like i work for oscar isaac
need the heimlich when choking, imma leave a b+tch hoping
asked jeeves which roads i should take to get to oakland
ain’t opened the vault, you won’t see me with a pip+boy
with toys like these, who needs gainful employ?
broke b+tch, i never broke the poverty line
can’t imagine having kids, every month they’d eat nine times
and i’d eat five, outta my weak mind
ain’t no lies when i speak rhymes, i’ll only call the seaside home
once the levels rise so high that tulsa has a beach, guy
when i’m 85, collecting ssi
if we treated dc like versailles
and brought out the guillotines, to cut us off a clean slice
used to need splice for the samples, now i dig crates
your favorite ingrate on the ramble, can of campbell’s when we pop art
slow start, but finish first, left in shambles when they hear the verse
keep the purse, and leave a penny for the thought, mark
got narcs in your clique, ‘bout to spark up a bic
to a bottle of kerosene, with a cloth out the neck
lost my coppers and shekels on the cost of a lyft
i won’t stop her when she steaming, long as she buys the deck
i ain’t joshing for a peck, tossing salads for a check
catch you waltzing in a palace? i got bandits with the tecs
keep the balance over s+x, and respect for every gender
except for helicopters, i don’t rock with that agenda
i dropped out the placenta with a penchant for the pencil
i’m a vessel for the vengeance of the men they call “the devil”
i don’t revel in the settlement, could mention every element
but rather find the core of every anguish in the testaments
leveraging a life of scrabble, to tell the rabble
that the tower of babel was smaller than their chapel
i grapple with forbidden knowledge, apples that i bit in college
hostage of the castles, the b+st+rds built with carnage, woah
honored in carthage, in advance of the romans
what they wrote in phoenician was the ode to my homies
that’s an homage from the authors that were lost with the motion
of the objects in the sky, the bodice of the most+high
got him off the lo+fi, gentrified
like i’m silverlake or highland park, built+to+break ikea parts
ain’t no heart to the kingdom, symptom of the colonized
only had the mettle ‘til they whetted, then they oxidized
traumatized by the complex, imprisoned by industry
“you can’t sit with me” ass rappers, indifferent to their synergy
you’ll live with me, spitting rent free, in your consciousness
optimized, no optimus, cross the line, no armistice
itemized, so doctors don’t get extra when they cost a death
off the sinsemilla, had me coughing hard, and yacking next
back to flexing how i got the tech they’d sell their soul to get
told i’m testing patience, let ‘em age, before they clean the mess
need maids, man, no laymen, no vape ban, no hang ten
i ain’t that type of white, all my lines could make the blade bend
from kaelin to oh gosh, from k le to kount koal
you ain’t safe posting beats on your accounts no more
i’ll take a bite of each one like a macintosh logo
how i’m dropping tracks this long, and you acting like you don’t know?
stop the bullsh+t
i need my f+cking roses

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