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pistol – connect the dots كلمات اغاني

[intro]
today, i want to tell you three stories from my life
that’s it, no big deal. just three stories
the first story is about connecting the dots

[verse 1: pistol]
mic check, one two, check two three
i wanna’ be the next bruce lee
i want a s.u.v
i wanna’ see people judge me fairly
and not compare me to any of these thugs (please)
i wanna’ see drugs free,and see the world through a quarter case of bubbly
i wanna’ go to clubs free, and keep this stubble on my face so you trust me
is it just me or is it my time? it must be
excuse me i’m rusty, dust off my notebook
and bust off with no hook, yall mc’s disgust me
journalist discuss me, whats the fuss about?(come on)
love me or cuss me out, i don’t give a f-ck b
i’m lucky and a little talented
more importantly i learned how to balance it
to black out your power grid
new york rappers rise and fall like the towers did
hit the wall harder than a thousand mile an hour skid
the leak’ll make you hydroplane
i mixed the hydroponic jane, with the pain pill inside the vein
trained still inside my brain, and i need to get rid of it
cause every little bit of it is dullin’ my senses
as dense as my skull is, intense as my life is
everything is for sale just tell me what the price is
from white picket fences, my vice is intense
with a tight grip condensed so i might seem defenseless
nah i’m just quiet, you should try it!
i’m the type of guy girls come by to get high with
but ill start a riot
to give rap back to the black kids who built from scratch
till these pirates, sn-tched it and sold it
your platinum and gold sh-t, couldn’t strike a match to my old sh-t
i get lifted , pick up the pen and start to write
i might, have the heart to finish what i start tonight
i fight, drink, light weed, drive at light speed
arrive drunk, armed with any drug i might need and leave!
crash that s.u.v, it sounded ill
since 93 shoutin’ at my neighborhood from now until
im still a down the hill product of the melting pot
parking lot pharmacist in h-ll ain’t never felt this hot
life’s a gamble, f-ck stocks we invest in slots
light a candle, sip scotch we ingestin’ shots
i don’t paint pictures i just connect the dots
i don’t paint pictures i just connect the dots
i don’t paint pictures i just connect the dots
paint pictures…connect the dots

(outro)
you can’t connect the dots looking forward
you can only connect them looking backwards
so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future
you have to trust in something, your gut, destiny,life ,karma, whatever
because believing that the dots will connect down the road
will give you the confidence to follow your heart
even when it leads you off the well warned path

- pistol

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