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chris lee - talkin to myself كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

time is of the essence as i’m countin’ down the minutes til i’m off
of work to jerkoff all my feelings on a broad’s dessert
perverse thoughts per verse would stir moms or worse
i don’t wanna know why kurt preferred coffins
i’m coughin’, gimme some percs, my nerves throbbin’
unconsciously goin’ berserk, i’m curb stompin’
the pompous who palm the earth like earv’ johnson
rompin’ with the raunch of dirt mcgirt’s conscience
word for word monster, f-ck merriam-webster
interior’s free, my exterior’s extra
men feelin’ the heat, my speech: syria’s desert
one serious threat to imperious fleas

[verse 2]

y’all talkin’ ricki lake, i’m talkin’ wikileaks
i’m tryna fric-ssee but y’all wantin’ mickey d’s
mickey mouse out here shuttin’ down the city streets
“cover up” baby, he’s tryna get the hickeys out
minnie’s bout 6 inches out of her skinny jeans
in turn, my six incher boutta go the biggie route
hands on her -ss and my mouth on her t-tty meat
now i’m finna learn what this club rat’s kitty’s bout
bruh that’s orlando’s culture
walkin’ through the valley of the land of vultures
with a band of culprits and a can of worms
they so d-mn concerned about my plans to earn, sayin’ “the man’s an ulcer to the youth”
truth is i’m a ruthless cupid, music rubik’s cube, lucid doofus
don’t do this, kids are learnin’
these b-tches sound stupid, they kitchen burnin’
screamin’ “p-ssy, money
weed” and they never seen zeitgeist
i’m sleep tho, night guys
tryna find me some dmt so i can see men free
from the mirage of a trife life
skuurrr
the public be d-mned, they don’t give a f-ck if we stand or fall at all
they just wanna jam, so write me some hits, shut the f-ck up, and light me a spliff
i’m out for the money, nothin’ can stop me
up on that brown like i’m f-ckin’ with foxy
but i’m a prophet, younger sel-ssie
convince a kingdom to run with the posse
visions of martyrdom mixed in with visions of stardom
are startin’ to get him attention, anonymous prolly gon’ get him a drink
then some ominous topics’ll get to begin
it’s the dennis the menace to ministers
senates, and anything else that is sinister, get it?
many can sense that i’m in it to end this
offensive attempt to diminish my credit
‘cuz i’m not a sheep, look at my feet
look at my hands, look at my t–th
soon as the moon resumes its shine
it’s time to dine, don’t look as i feast

[-let’s start a riot- 3 6 mafia cuts in-]

- chris lee

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