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trbld adult - numbers on the boards lyrics

[intro: sample]
(yeah!), how you feeling?
(fine!), you feel alright?

[verse 1: trbld adult & jay-z]
you wanna see a dead body?
detrimental lyrical testament dropping shawty
“i don’t give a f-ck, i put numbers on the boards”
b-tches give a f-ck about the wh0r-s on these cords
i feel the wind burning the sin of the sheep’s skin
and i’m missing the, bleep, f-ck around in the den
of the working world, when i met dragon’s in
temporal skeletons molesting the best, i underestimate
the b-tches he pulls
i f-ck around with these skulls
mentally murder would mean i mentally hurt her
and i don’t give a f-ck
‘cause i put numbers on the boards
i put numbers on the boards
give me a back rub with back scrub of the bad slum
then place the bad mom in the sad song of her f-cking child
and lay asleep as you don’t see the problem, i’ve gon’ wild
i can’t breathe, i don’t know if it’s been a while
but, i can’t dream, ‘cause friends f-ck up your new truth
picture this, your friend you called him “f-ggot” and he’s had it
he goes home, loads the .40, says “let ‘em have it”
never speak about it ‘cause no one knows you did wrong
but, it isn’t f-cking working and you know you did him d-mn wrong
so you go home, cry, tie the rope, laugh and cry
mental asylum isn’t enough for you bullies
jump to the sky and reach plentifully as you die
in your new note you wrote “that i shall die”
made your mom cry, tell me who you working with, i lied
realize, the real eyes that teach you the real lies
i realized that he don’t give f-ck
motherf-ckers can’t rhyme no more (yeah)
‘bout crime no more
jay cut me off, but he puts numbers on the boards
i don’t give a f-ck he puts numbers on the boards
i don’t give a f-ck he puts numbers on the boards

[verse 2]
hol’ up, did i say i was finished?
i guess the frequency distorts your favourite artist’s image
what do-what do you call it? self image
nothing that i got ‘cause the frequent kids that’s missing
so save tucky, save l.a. ‘cause we slow jamming
save parkland, maryland, ox hill & nashville
f-cking bullies treat sh-t and they ready to k!ll
protector of the youth, but they make it to pay their bills
and pay their k!lls, but i been k!lling it differently
slowly, with a melody
goodbye, n0body feel sad, why don’t you pray for me?
why don’t you pray for me, gang?
yeah, f-ck

[outro: sample]
y’all feel like that?

- trbld adult lyrics

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