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darius da terrible – hi-top fade كلمات اغاني

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hook x2
mind’s darker, memories fall away/
…..a hi-top fade/
…..a hi-top fade…/

mind’s darker memories fall away/
…hi top fade/
fading from my head…say what you said/
you ain’t gon be able to say it when you dead/
you front instead? they take the pesos//
tell ya run ya bread….turn ya face and walk away slow/
tired of hearing fake flows!/
off brand rappers…making pop….faygo/
i blow my top so you you know i’m from the south b-tch/
spewin’ dirty -ss flows out ’til my mouth split/
raw power…no outlet/
no doubt n-ggas think we ain’t about sh-t/
your choice….that’s why we go around you/
they talking noise?..cl!ck…headphones soundproof/
they got me ‘noid they got me ‘noid..like a ghost/
…looking round like i saw the folks/

hook x2
minds darker, memories fall away/
…..a hi-top fade/
…..a hi-top fade…/

middle school n-gga getting beat up by the cool-kids/
…and i ain’t even do sh-t!/
…..fool-ish….a fool-with/
ratchet divas, that’s why i keep the ‘driver in the toolkit//
two-kids…different fathers/
i can’t judge her, but i bet lil’ mama ruthless/
senseless..like how a room happy when it’s roofless?/
got me staring at the moon wondering where truth is//
and the truth-is…n-gga who cares!//
give respect to dudes when it’s due and never lose theirs/
trapped behind four measures…i guess i’m too square//
trapped by the bar. i guess that’s why there’s two snares//
-pause-/
hah! see what i told ya wake up and smell the folgers…..
for n-ggas roll on you and leave you open like a vanilla cola/
and close ya…right back like a manilla folder/

hook x2
minds darker, memories fall away/
…..a hi-top fade/
…..a hi-top fade…/

gripping the booze, slipping into confusion/
choose to forget so ya don’t remember you losin’/
travel ya mind…unravelin’ leavin’ loose ends//
shadow of yo self …battling..’til ya lose friends//
no wonder why ya all alone/
and why they never call ya phone/
but f-ck it!….swallow another bottle of ciroc/
’til it’s almost gone. you swearing you solid like a rock/
you not… you hollow and holler in monotone…aww/
gold mementos over the collar bone…aww//
instrumentals older than al capone//
k!lling this vintage sh-t, when i’m spitting, i’m in my zone//
refusing to quit and i won’t stop/
’til i loosen my grip and the microphone drop//
who are ya’ll?…i’m feeling far away/
….a hi-top fade/
…a hi-top fade/

- darius da terrible

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