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thee unemployed - let go lyrics

[hook 1: kid]

marijuana
favorite farmer
spending money
chasing dollars
favorite artist
changing flavor
i just don’t know what to call it
beg your pardon
only call it
how i see it now my problem
all my problems
leave my body
exhaling sh+t straight from garden
woah

[verse 1: kid]

finishing late like it’s etiquette
home in the stars now i feel like aniken
hunger in abdomen
got me bob weaving to conquer
or slaughter the mannequin
choices are made in shallow end
so there’s no drowning
when calm leave and panic hit
music my key and i’m throwing my kite up
electricity is no accident
nah

it’s all about the hunch b+tch
god d+mn feeling wild whеn the punch mix
snake bangs and she taught mе how to tongue kiss
love cake head first for the plump dish
plain shirt
prolly rock it when i done sh+t
take a bow for the flowers come in bunches
lit wick logo sown in with the hundreds
undress how you feel about fears
dear stress
can i clear chest
hear next steps in the brain
got the ear pressed to the f+ckin pulse of the rain
got the gear set never hit a pit stop again
better week next living every d+mn the same
little dash of insane
i’d imagine the age
that i’m practically made
and i’m saddened to say
that i’m casually late
the new eta set and i’m up and away
i’m up up away

[hook 1: kid]
marijuana
favorite farmer
spending money
chasing dollars
favorite artist
changing flavor
i just don’t know what to call it
beg your pardon
only call it
how i see it now my problem
all my problems
leave my body
exhaling sh+t straight from garden
woah

[verse 2: oz]

heard i gotta breathe out
+breathe in+
take a deep breath hold
+it in+
better start counting my blessings
+my blessing+
before i peace out
and then
end of my road now
dead end
i ain’t got no where to go
better start counting my blessing’s
before it all ends and i’m missing a home
hoe i’m know i’m the flyest
back on that bullsh+t
i’m the flyest of pilots struggle in silence don’t ever try it tho
and compare to these others no one above is hate it our love us hoe
the distance between us pack out arenas ain’t even coming close
so you
shoulda known you finna bomb
only givin’ it the max and not the minimum
big headed need a hat like the dididome
big hitta’ like the buss wait when in rome
gotta talk my sh+t really hit it home
down 3 in the 9th gotta hit it home
lifes hard when i’m down like the catacomb
needa breathe to relieve it and let it go

better start counting my blessing’s

- thee unemployed lyrics

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