JetLag
Yung Brute
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You know how this shit work It goes on and on and on Ive been grinding on my own Since the day I was blown By the ignorance Never sense Any grievance This my stand Imma break the mafucking world Yeah Like bitch imma climb imma fly Keeping it sly, living a life Making my bread imma rise No one decides fa me This a shite story narrate Wait lemme cut n chop Too much bad, almost gone So here's a feeling you know Just don't wanna burden your soul But people depending on you And you just wanna be gone No can do You just gotta pull through Even tho you ain't cool F*ck feelings I feel numb This ain't right But i'm fine Killa cry Pillow fight Sipping high I'm gon die Make me high I wan die False hopes got me feeling oversized Keep dreaming mesmerised Anxiety pls fucking leave the chat bruh Clock's ticking I know it Props coming I feel it People leave I know it Still here in the game Yeah that's me Inner strength Keeping it Hoping for the Simple times In my twisted life Preach bitch It's the right shit Got me feeling plight bitch Then the name Clive this Write this, might just, hide this People wanna fight this But I'm too strong Stay the f*ck on the ground Cus that's where you belong I'm sure you understand the consequences Of such vague accusations, and in such Wondering how'd you come up with this one Oh my god, what a god Clean the rot, break a pot F*ck this thot, imma god Yeah yeah imma god People soul cost a whole lotta red But we the coloured ones don't mind getting down and dirty And that's no pity Cuz devils rise, angles fall It's always how its been And that ain't no fault Aint no fault Yeah yeah Wait Hold up Roll that shit Clint cock piss on a word But fill up in a painted thot Could've been with a plated pot Not gonna stop, just gonna pop, paving a grop An epiphany where the dreams gotta stop And I ain't no thoughts And I paid for a boat full of load But I ain't no cop, wait up and lemme get this drop But goddamn shit too hot Can't wait to catch a bod, so lemme get this straight Do you wanna kop or drop Makes sense when hold up this pot or put holes through that cop Tofu gon drop, pay for a thot That's what I want Yeah Yeah yeah Drop this shit like Just wanna f*ck Same her sis be like Just wanna f*ck Trash that body say 911 Clash on em booty like jungle hut Couple hundred pesos In mah bank acc Now ain't no chick Wanna suck my cuckh What what That's sad kole Limit no shit pop a Emmy on a floor Fly night shi like Napa on score Snap a finger be like sherbet on 4 On tour with mah side chick on the road Poppin em pills and I'm on a roll Let's flow ringing those bells on a toll Limit no shi let's roll Roll roll roll F*ck that shit I've been moving mad Can't keep up with feelings I'm feeling Overflowing agony, seems like no There for me, shit hurts and it stings Feeling jealousy, why me asking myself A heart of steel in a man full of feels Aint no tears aint no simp Trynna be that roose And loosing on that coup yeah Cause I'm born to do Feeling mah bread Gemme da head Keeping it real She boutta go red Popping a pill Damn I see Jill Keeping it real Yeah yeah For real Now that's where it ends Haha
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