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pandaraps – sour turn كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions and thinkin’ that i’m the sh_t
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions and thinkin’ that i’m the sh_t

[verse 1]
uh, scratching my n_ts_ck
dropping rap like f_ck rap
i stepped outside of my show and got robbed by one of them thug cats
hopped on stage and someone yelled out “you’s a c_nt rag”
ever whinе to see a p_ssy speak, i beat it like a punchbag
fun fact, pеople jump me like bouncy castle, all i gotta do for a dead happenin’ is to go to ten and count backwards
hearin’ a crowd’s laughter, sayin’ about my dad’s passin’
someone walked to the bathroom laughin’, said, “ay, man, you’s a sad b_st_rd”
a tad awkward, misfit, bag up on a misprint
sick of usin’ peoples contemptuous glands for actually f_cking feelin’ it
not narcissistic, just part of the pot you p_ssed in
pops parted ways, with him and left not a drop of wisdom
been caught slippin’, the cardinals’ smart victim, the convicts, criminals, and cops in the cops’ system
one that it was cool in my market brand skinny jeans
’til a chick pulled ’em down and nicknamed my d_ck mini_me
[chorus]
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions and thinkin’ that i’m the sh_t
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions (lil’ boys!) and thinkin’ that i’m the sh_t

[verse 2]
in my underpants, i’m staring at the ceiling
the biggest boxer brief merits
watch apparent emcees copy eminem’s appearance
it’s apparent i’m destructive with the thoughts that i’ve been sharin’
i’m a tad awkward in circles, my social cues considered barren
narrow_minded, ain’t claimin’ no intentions when i mention that my pen game’s the only way i’ll make it to a pension
kamikazation of the problem in correlation with the root of all evil
at the tree of eden tearin’ at its fruit, it’s for all people
consume with inner demon for my coock shootin’ dreams prayin’ that they breakin’ through the roof
it’s a middle finger if you talkin’ sh_t but never do a d_mn thing
take a swing, man, i’m crazy and confused
and deranged, considered clinically insane, but where’s the proof?
i’m a b_st_rd in the booth, captain of a sinking groove
riding out the waves of bullsh_t, overcoming what you do, do, do, do_do, do_do (do_do)

- pandaraps

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