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wiidaaseh - poison lyrics

(intro)
kick back, the feet stacked, the six pack, the talk wack
we meet up, we seat up, we drink fat, and i love that
cross eyed, we blink fast, drought mouth, no skip/pass, we p+ssed/mad, with hip flask and whiplash
the wavelengths they hit right
the foot moves, the hip grooves
no smooth moves, we slur loud
spur proud, on the movement
soar high on your choice man
bang loud on the chest man
so glad i got a yes man
we slur loud, got the voice up
eyes down, we blurred now
legs give, no motion
call it this, call it that
gotta sip much on the potion
too much and i call it poison
(verse 1)
stuck right?
stuck writing the story right?
and stuck looping, and stuck in the same group and
father told me heritage, sons fighting with arrogance, throwing all the hands at the ones who do the parenting
made the song “alcohaul”, no one even listening, bobbing on they heads, while i’m bobbing on struggling
that’s just how it is, when redskins sipping bubbling
see us no more, and drinking ‘till we numb again
that sh+ts poisonous, bursting out of the pores of us
our black death, will come for more than more of us
our story ends when lips meeting the bottle tips
it beat us down blue, till blood gushing and
busted lips
read up on the news, peltier making those waves and sh+t
our glory saved? no drink/drug or gun and sh+t
your eyes glued, to sh+t that don’t need noticing
and growing on you fools like a infinite amount of ignorance

(hook)
we got a city full of poison and we choking on the smoke
but got the hardest f+cking souls on this side of the north
you might be making pity prayers in the background of your thoughts
but we know when sh+t gets real all that fake sh+t just gets lost
we got a city full of poison and we choking on the smoke
but got the hardest f+cking souls on this side of the north
we don’t need your f+cking fibs from you silver tongue and lips
if you wanna lend a hand you can pack yo’ sh+t and dip
(verse 2)
(yo, is this thing on? this thing on? yeah. right. right. uh.)
f+ck what you heard, we detoxing the poison sh+t
we raising out the dark like jesus, phoenix, romero sh+t
“turn ‘em into stats” but now we burning your prejudice
i may not be the greatest, prime example, or poster boy
but at least i ain’t deaf to my people screaming that “help me” noise
stuffing it all down, like you care, but really you h+lla ‘nnoyed
talking like you there but really you just a hard decoy
waltzing through the trenches, brothers, sisters and elder+like
you talking like you aiding, a helping hand, no debating, right?
you fake as sh+t, lying more then the trudeaus might
i do it all greater with little more than a working mic

- wiidaaseh lyrics

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