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chris sydd - addys كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: chris sydd]
tune my brain up, pour that wockhardt in that fanta
pretty señoritas waiting on me in atlanta
me and lil shawty takin pictures, goin fed
takin all my scripts’ then i’m chasing to that bread
addys, and i’m not going to bed
all these addys, and i’m not going to bed
all these melodies, all these melodies in my head
and i’m gone keep on grinding, till i end up f_cking dead
addys, and i’m not going to bed
all these addys, and i’m not going to bed
all these melodies, all these melodies in my head
and i’m gone keep on grinding, till i end up f_cking dead (let’s rock)
[verse 1: chris sydd]
opеn up your third eye, f_cking wit ya mind
i’m not from this planet baby, i’m thе last of my kind
gettin sued for my samples, levels to this sh_t
had my wrists slit ever since i was a jit
901 baby, yeah we up in the trees
we all held hands, and we took lsd
from orange mound to grape street, check my f_ckin status
hop up out that h_llcat and the hoes lookin at us
remember on 29th, had to serve my fiends
m’s on my ass, evisu jeans
i know i lied baby, but don’t you lie to me
got a foreign b_tch, that don’t wear maybelline
in this game, its a murder business
depression kicking in, gone fall in the abyss
was a loner in high school till i found my own tune
now imma f_ck around and make 80 million by next june
free all my apes, they all in a cell
f_ck all opps, send they ass to h_ll
(yea) chop it up like a sample
ain’t no n_gga i can’t handle
stomp you out like a blunt, smokin on carti runts
aye, racks on me like jason derulo
no, ice box i ain’t [?] no true luck

[chorus: chris sydd]
tune my brain up, pour that wockhardt in that fanta
pretty señoritas waiting on me in atlanta
me and lil shawty takin pictures, goin fed
takin all my scripts’ then i’m chasing to that bread
addys, and i’m not going to bed
all these addys, and i’m not going to bed
all these melodies, all these melodies in my head
and i’m gone keep on grinding, till i end up f_cking dead
[verse 2: g5]
i’m just tryna get up on this money route
he gone keep running his mouth
tryna get away from clout
that sh_t had me foaming out
don’t know what you had expected
now i’m feeling so d_mn reckless
turn up on me baby
i know i drive you crazy
but that don’t mean go changing
the things that make you my lady
cause i need you to save me
bae be my captain stacy
when all these things go hazy
need you in my mind to chase me
off this f_cking cliff
smoking on a spliff
it’s the only thing that’s keeping me from the abyss
turn up on me baby yeah you know just what this is
tryna get the money, i’m tryna feed my kids
i done popped out
tryna see what’s good wit y’all but it’s a mosh now
they been peeping my new vision and the cost now
they can see where i been tryna end the loss now
so forgive me if i’m dying never cop out

- chris sydd

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