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sly moon - christ on spice كلمات أغنية

[verse 1 _ sly moon]
ayo, why oh why must i be so sly?
beady eye on your piece of pie
this ain’t cgi, i be this fly
your first mistake was assuming i’m a decent guy
the reaper tried to rip me but the reaper died
i need my mind redesigned
was taking legal highs before i learnt to read and write
my first words were i need a light
i’m jesus christ if he was on spice
lying in the gutter surrounded by mice, head full of lies
i’m turning water to red stripe
stop on green, but i walk through the red light
tryna to keep my head above the bread line
maybe i’ll do better in my next life
ahead of my time, smoking cheddar with white
make a reckless bet someone else’s neck on the line

[break]
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t

[verse 2 _ king grubb]
yo, cold sag olympian, first place and runner up
seven grams on me just for luck
the king never died, it’s just a cover up
need my stomach pumped for mixing rum with rum
so hurry up with my current bun, b_ttercup
for the fat boy with a face only a mother could, love, rub a dub dub
it’s grubb and your honey, rub a duck in the tub
while my lungs are screaming out, enough is enough
i’m smoking up another blunt of the kush
no love for the fuzz
it is what it is, but it’s not what it was, common as muck
wrote the book on how to not give a f_ck
woke up, put something in the pot, and it cooked
roughed up with a conifer crust
i’m in the buddha spot, not in the pub
swiftly moving on but i’m not in a rush
[break]
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t
bring it back to the real sh_t, real and sh_t

- sly moon

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