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vassili katsakis - vassili - cereal thrills lyrics

[verse 1: v-ssili katsakis]
me my mum my bro my dad
slanging meth like breaking bad
rang on my line i was mad
but its fine i’m acting sad
spoke on my life and be brief
in my sheets sleep for weeks
roll my cleats onto the streets
on t.v lelo and st-tch
hold my smoke and my hold d-ck
trynna cope with stupid sh-t
my cousins smoke and they hit
got me bugging so just quit
hug my guts so i don’t drink
not just that its pills and p-ss
getting thrills to get our kicks
cereal ain’t hitting sh-t
setting my self for a mill
found my wealth inside for real
ground myself to find my will
if i said then i will
chill i’m in whip
getting so stupid rich
cupid fl!cker the switch
betting we wouldn’t flinch
capped on like a freestyle given wow wow’s
with a seatbelt wrapped round like a rap gown
k dot on a beat box showing reebok’s
long knee socks hot dots like a peac-ck
gotta g shock gee that’s a real shock
from a cheap spot got it from a sweet shop
im a pete rock jazz on a big block
got trash keep rocks in a zip lock

[hook: v-ssili katsakis] x 2
i was in whip
getting lit
sick trynna figure this sh-t
if i did run with it
then its cool i’m chill with it

[verse 2: v-ssili katsakis]
so yeah i got gramps that makes mad green
but yeah i got grandpa caught up in the scene
and yeah my dad brought up by well fare schemes
and yeah my mum was caught dealt with unfair things
on a mattress from a couch with some cushions on the floor
with a room so small the kitchens right at the door
snort burnt cigarettes bbq’s with that liquor wild
seems that my wellbeing’s seen by a little child
in a crowd felt that my words had a little doubt
im a shout spelt all my words on a little couch
so ouch boy can you please try relax
chill back and hold a six pack
and humble them back
i got dumb while i fumble
till my lips turn chapped
you got a bad back bad hip
now you gone slap
and i’m just saying
cause i think that its true
its like me and you got no rules what should we do
cause i’m just young and i’m living
ain’t taking this sh-t too serious
and when i’m done without it
i probably go delirious
just a kiddo in a trolley
trynna find a couple hobbies
blowing bubbles into troubles
soaking up a bunch problems
dollars blossom out our pockets
poking out our broken collars
preach and spoken on floating
on clovers we was hopping
the store was open
cash collect spending tokens
your on a rope and
please cut the smoke your chocking

[hook: v-ssili katsakis] x 2
i was in whip
getting lit
sick trynna figure this sh-t
if i did run with it
then its cool i’m chill with it

- vassili katsakis lyrics

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