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t clipse - left 4 dead كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
22 was like a victory lap (yeah)
25 like a whip i only function with gas
gave my city what they need they wasn’t f_cking with that
rep that creek water baby with the crumbles and cracks
i’m from where the dunkin’s and the cumberland’s at
grew up a sour kid had to rumble the patch
so many n_ggas falling off it’s like a fumbling match
so many people in my phone i had to supplement cash
and we don’t even talk no more but i still got their number saved
just incase i gotta send a couple texts back
but i know that i won’t
and i know i’m too woke
i know they won’t get it i took a different approach
tried to tell em my vision and they would laugh at my hope
i don’t gotta fly business couple racks in the coach
i don’t gotta buy b_tches know i’m actually dope
heart sleeve ripped off i got a patch on the coat

[chorus]
run me to the ground push me to the edge (yeah)
push me to my limit f_cking with my head (f_ck)
gave one last i love you then got left for dead
appetite been f_cked up ever since ain’t no jenny craig

[verse 2]
energy don’t die it just get transferred
i answered to calls i shoulda declined then you vanished
i’m famished the love inside our bodies turned to cancer
still gotta show up for the ones on my side that’s just man stuff
i been through so much sh_t i’ll shed a tear when i’m locked down
i seen good and bad, get coin like carousel i been around
lost my light i ain’t even trynna be up in yo town (at all)
need a spark, wildfire wit my roots all in the ground
and the dark i don’t even fear no more i’m safe and sound
and you smart, so why you trynna put us through this with a child?
i can’t even give myself to no one right now faking smiles
i got drive, whip just hit 150,000 miles (on the dash)
and i’m still going
another surgery my lil bro a real soldier
only broke down once this week i hit my lil quota
i pray my friends don’t never snake me i’m a real cobra
and this my van gogh i put my blood on the canvas
college student managers i’m boofing on they campus
going up north take i that exit right at blanchard’s
stay wit mary jane i’m distressed about a damsel
[chorus]
run me to the ground push me to the edge
push me to my limit f_cking with my head
gave one last i love you then got left for dead
but thats on me for how f_cked up i let it get

[verse 3]
parlay on my feelings all or nothing on my 7th leg
partying with demons i got tired of it let em rest
couldn’t do right got a n_gga left sh_t be ambidex
make it for yourself ain’t no sweat thats the family crest
got big shoes to fill my daddy solid both my grampies left
looking at my complex i’m the savior ain’t no oedipus
they mix me up with clipse, lord willin’ never sell a brick
never tell or snitch elegant but took a l again
charge it the game my balance big took that on the chin
taught a couple lames, disowned ’em they is not my kin
seen my lil homie cop a bid when he got taught to spin
i hope i make it long to tell it all if not just rock with this

- t clipse

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