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perkaset jeff - 27 club كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
[news report on kurt cobain’s death]

[verse 1]
percocets and purple pills
rollin’ ’round on spinnin’ wheels
yo, we’re rappers man, you know the deal
we’re k!llin’ just to keep it real
fillin’ streets full of body bags
sleepin’ like insomniacs
poppin’ pills just to feel something
sellin’ pills just to be something
man, there’s something ’bout this kind of life
that makes you want to ride the night
and knock down doors
hang out with wh0r-s
and tope four fours
we live this kind of life because we don’t know more
more than this, you know we never had the option
no alternatives so we could never think of stoppin’
and so we die young
younger than the rest
streets full of wannabe’s bleedin’ out the chest
make it past twenty-seven, yeah, twenty-seven
you know that used to be the goal
write songs, make money
this life can take it’s toll
but all their glitters isn’t gold
seems like every day we’re losing people to the game
rappers and musicians lose their life chasin’ fame
why bother being cautious when you’re busy countin’ stacks?
’til there’s twenty-seven pills got you layin’ on your back
takin’ naps
that you’ll never wake up from
and still, these rappers they’ll pour something
you see, despite all of the sorrow
they live like no tomorrow
(??this timing up that’s borrowed is a gift??)
and not one you get to keep
we sow what we reap
man, that’s why we lost peep
and gothboiclique’s still mobbin’ in the streets
some people never change, ‘cuz they think life’s cheap
well, it’s not
it’s the greatest gift you got
more than any f-cking thing that you’ve ever f-cking bought
so stop
and ask yourself if it’s worth it
with all these f-cking clowns, i swear the rap game is a circus
it’s a freak show
but everybody’s got one act
live life in fifth gear, until the devil takes it back
percocet and oxyneo, name for same crack
who cares about your health as long as you can lay a track
and they’ll say “jeff man, you’re a hypocrite”
“you talk about percs in every single bar you spit”
and you’re right
i’m a product of this lifestyle
sore gums bleedin’ down
on a white smile, that’s fine
i’m not a stranger to my fate
life like this doesn’t get you twenty-eight
if you’ve got talent
don’t just throw it all away
missin’ on tomorrow isn’t worth the high today
just think about your fans
and everything they’ll say
you could’ve made it big but now you’re chillin’ in a grave?
it’s time to diss the blow in all the empty purple cups
we don’t need any more in the 27 club

- perkaset jeff

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