è piena estate ma è caduta la pioggia io a fumare dentro e tu fuori la doccia tiravi fuori di me ogni singola goccia, dicevi che era il sangue delle nuvole che era il giusto tempo per le lucciole una briciola di sole che mi illumina riflette nelle lacrime e non luccica lei non spiccica italiano eppure biascica le ho parlato prima e mo rimugina non è molto sveglia ma la pussy è da denuncia la tua mente era magica, lucida fuggita dalla massa, eri pudica ti penso poco ma sei l'unica il mio fiato serve a fare musica per il fumo ora la mia pelle è ruvida il mio cuore chiede venia all'universo il respiro mio si affanna, rallento di cambiare vento non c'è verso dopo la pioggia cerco un senso spesso penso, forse è l'arcobaleno i suoi colori servano a dipingere il cielo i pittori siamo noi ma siamo senza pennello ho una casa degli orrori nel cervello non supereresti neanche il primo tornello torno la sera ad aspettarmi uno spinello la voce in testa mi sussurra questo testo vedo il cielo cadere dietro sbarre di ferro dovrebbe fare caldo è già passato l'inverno
Aye you stoopid if you think I’m gone miss u Hollow tips stay ready u ain’t ready for no issue Ian had no fam ain’t no money understand That I’m really different I’d hold it ona stand I’ll sit on my bid cuz Ik the lord give u can give me nuthin That these bitches alrdy did While u was huffin n puffin my nigga really done slid this a fkn long life U ain’t seen what I did put my mask ina bin Gotta pray for my sins other day bro folded ion know who my kin now k reloaded shii we back ina field Way I’m servin out these pills Have ya main bitch healed she said that was hungry fed her dick for the meal Wont sign 4 any less cuz my soul worth a deal spin the block never park Cuz at night it get grim Seen u messin wit the opps I could never forgive
The truth never dies we know what’s real even if faked Snaked Staked Or misplaced wrong time and place pace why have when I never did no hate to the race but I’m first never less switched to chase turned 200 to 2000 made a face spoke with my chest not with the figure of my eight you could be known and still be the last ball to get pocketed and sprayed prayed but I knew they would hate. me?, I’m mr pay attention they say I’m paranoid I had my leg broke from dumbass adolescents Adolescence was from absence and abuse from west side parents a friend turned to an enemy fuck being an enemy if it’s not apparent I am above this shit imparting and impairing the mind I have while pleading the fifth sipping a fifth me I’m mr always have and did still do not the past real shit overcame every obstacle still crop the blue on my flag hits my hip and I ride through the night I see blips targets on my radar get the mitten broke my leg stepped harder healed saw money got smitten fell in love with the stack not a kitten most don’t fucking listen but write songs think they pimping I studied endlessly on bars to glisten like I dropped the shot and spoke a part they missed in it I make songs but I really did that sinning changed my life became a man to the old me and fake friends good riddance I lined the scrimmage by myself a one man army with the chicken silver lining to every 3rd place medal gold mission inhibiting the interest of an intermediate in interests of snitching I rarely talk cause when I do shit I say concerns victims I would play that role but im a bad guy I deserved trickings I used to be Scrooge lining my pockets from the trickin no treats for any of these pickins get raw or get left primitive survived when I saw the streets revert to shit real shit.
