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zachary caesar - die mad lyrics

(yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away)
(ooh)
(now it looks as though they’re here to stay)
(oh, i believe)
(i+i+believe)

[verse 1]
i get it right in one take
you all ain’t the same so move
gave both keys to the valet
hop back in and (ooh)
most of you all waiting on friday
rest of the week i might
bend up my girl like my way
laid down and sideways
[verse 2]
see what i did, now watch me do it again
saw what you did, i couldn’t forgive the mistake that you hid
second to none, second to god, seconds from letting it go
stuck in a trap, stuck in a rut, stuck with this petty ass flow

[verse 3]
i go for everybody when i spit and i’m aiming it straight for thе head
say what you want bout my songs, i’m doin right if they throwing a fit
all you my sons but i’m not ya daddy, i adopt horrible kids
dogs on a lеash, i threw you all some beef and that’s how i made ’em submit

[verse 4]
5 grand to the dome, spent it on me and i (fact, fact)
back to the home, back to the grind inside (fact, fact)
blonde from the party, which one i can’t decide (oh, wow)
5 years pass and i think chose it right (thank god)

[verse 5]
my city calls and they ask if i’m gonna come soon
use this track as the latex, try to separate what it’s come to
all of you all are just stand+ins for a bigger artist, won’t name name’s
kitchen fires in my house, from all the whipping and whipping of spoons

[verse 6]
whipping that hottest heat, whipping that opportune
whipping that beef, whipping that opper’s crew, whipping that caesar flu
on that beat
ringing up cdc, ripping up these receipts, can’t be beat
blondey run these streets, blondey take these seats
[verse 7]
as i was saying, 5 on the dash its gone, b+tch gone
ghost with media pics, i just need cl!cks, phone off
first 800 off this, rinse and re+peat, ‘peat, ‘peat
mopping up rappers names, dirty feet, feet, feet

(intermission)

[verse 8]
it’s too hot in here i need it fanned out
i just told my baby that my babies won’t get handouts
sick of all these chasers of the fame
steady riding trends, to get sent emoji flames
vapors in my lungs and in my nose
some of you all don’t see that i be holding all this smoke

[verse 9]
market crash on the digi+dash
cold heart in a cold world, call me kodak
dividends, add them up
tell the boy his money packed up in truck
in the truck

[verse 10]
h+handed, now i done handed you all an advantage, you sleeping
hiatus slander, but wanting banter, you tweaking
and this a throwaway, this the sh+t i put in hampers
loop this sh+t again to get the answers

- zachary caesar lyrics

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