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chris kept & the jet age of tomorrow - one take (chris kept remix) lyrics

[intro: earl sweatshirt]
young nino…
come through shining
400 for the free throw
you don’t wanna fight the boy
i got too many hands for you
pastor troy

[first verse: earl sweatshirt]
what’s the haps n_gga
quick hat tips to the pack n_gga
ride around chest full of past swishers
eyes red like you took a bad picture
b_tch ass n_gga want no problem
whole clique gully like old ramen
loked, riding on the coastline
and then my ho driving with a coke problem
so ’bout it, co_pilot
no pictures, i won’t sign it
old b_tch and she know n_ggas
who know n_ggas who hold llamas
checks synch, got the gold on ’em
goes throwed it cause the flow timing
fresh to death and i blow chronic
in sf, so i’m 49ing
this is that sh_t
cat daddy with a fat b_tch
pack navvy with the black tint
nak nasty with the back smith
spit crack, and i’m chapped lips
buck nasty, get smacked quicker
than flash_dancing in black kicks
for them racks, thrashing, i’m back b_tch like–
(swag… swag, take three)
[second verse: casey veggies]
with my shades on, i’m too fresh
the panties, that’s mos def
earl ain’t lost no steps, but your chick run more laps
make her rub my tat, casey where them flows at
right here n_gga, go the game on lock
since you went awol, homie all my sh_t knock
got awesome raps, light the match
just in fact i should flex the sk!lls
8th grade i was skating hills
9th grade i was playing ball
12th grade i was doing deals
graduated now im a star
my n_gga rockin’, might pop a pill
but i don’t do that, n_gga i just chill
keep my mind right, i’m thinking ‘mills
thought it out there, give me the chills
take a chick down, do it for the thrills
so electric, my pipe ill
right the wheel, i might just k!ll
life is real
times get cold
ice is hot
get robbed for show, but i let a hater see me i’m riding slow
i sold a pound of hope
and an ounce of grow
what you gonna do when your feet hit the ground?
thought it was a lie, they believing me now
the new me owee
started grinding in ‘06
old friends i know change and they don’t even do sh_t
what i’m tryna say it ain’t about the fame
but i switched up it was gettin’on
you ditched us
your girl shows interest
she shouldn’t be doing that
on tour in canada
never had a manager
peas and carrots grow from the ground and we planted it
guess young kids is the antidote
i’m the illest young n_gga in america
flow sick like i had s_x with erykah
badu, achoo
i’m not you, i’m too true
i’m a rock star, u2
bbc sweatshirt, that’s my boy sweatshirt
bow down ’till your motherf_ckin neck hurt
(that was that n_gga tyler’s line, haha)
[third verse: chris kept]
(i can’t f_cking_, can’t breathe right now)
my f_cks hit zero, when my lungs filled with smoke
i step to the plate and send everyone home
what you wanna know ‘bout me, that your hoe don’t already know ‘bout me?
i don’t go down easy till on round three
if your worried ‘bout the beef start pulling out the weed, (weed)
every second that i waste in these four walls
be the reason why that b_tch is p_ssed and basically stormed off
so i make a new song every other day
sumn, sumn, sumn, sumn, sumn, sumn ‘bout my flavor of hoe

[outro: chris kept]
my flavor of hoe, sumn ‘bout my flavor of hoe

- chris kept the jet age of tomorrow

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