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jimmy luna - tundra كلمات الأغنية

[intro: earl sweatshirt]
but… i’m still too stupid to be political… i’ll deal with… things of that nature after i do some ignorant sh-t first cause i’m still very young

[verse 1: jimmy luna]
tie these lyrics down with chast-ty
and start fastening before calamities unravel, bing is no longer a thing
don’t have to ask if i’m the king, cause i’ll show you the results
so just kneel and kiss the ring
and there’s no need to revolt cause the chrome will google for naps quick
this acid rappin’ beat har-ss–ss-ssin reacts swift and that’s it..
i’m lyin’ cuz i’m no where near average just by my actions you’d probably think i’m arachnid (what that is?)
exactly, now go make me a sandwich
and while you’re at it you should kraft you up a real f-ckin’ talent
i’m charles manson on the mic
my light effects you like a cyc
the meanest fiend, the darkest scene, and on latrineses when i rhyme
the pendulum is catapulted, insults are sort of like pencils can make a stencil, but then you lose em’ all with no emotion…
lotion on the skin unless it gets the hose again, and no one knows ya’ man, you’re friend of friend so you don’t get to mend
i tend to not surrend, i am the sh-t you put in your syringe
inject your abdomen with all my kis like i’m in kaio-ken
defense is lookin’ rugged like a dune buggy, bucket punted as i chucked a nugget of this nut inside my chummy puppet…
no strings attached, in my hands like silly put
pimpin’ for the bucks, send a rudolph like it’s pizza hut
this is treason bruh, i’m cheatin’ physics like i levitate
i never hesitate i meditate and then i f-ck it up…
let it marinate, bullets start to serenade the house where ya’ parents stay
leave em’ in the carrot state (what the parrots say man?)
they say they like it when i rhyme like this
in a time like this where the mind tries sh-t
third eye dies quick so they rather just sit gives a guy like this
a lot of lies to shift to the side where myths stay inside their niche..
question everything and tribe is the gang, third eye will forever reign precipitate the game..
this is cocaine mixed with propane at a colts game with cobain
there’s no stains when i’m k!llin’ em’ with no shame, no mames (you said that wrong)
settled for a lame but there’s no names
there’s was no games… played

(uh yeah)

(igh!)

[outro: earl sweatshirt]
i seen a 3 year old who didn’t really know how to speak, but who fully knew how to use an ipad the other day… how socially r-t-rded… kids are about to be
there’s no hope, i watch doc-mentaries on how global warming is gonna f-ck us up all the time… you just gotta do ya’ thang’ while you’re alive

- jimmy luna

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