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the thought - doughnut soomshyt كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
you got flame, you got, you got flame
doughnut soomshyt! (you don’t know jack)
blaqknoiz!
get off the d-ck!

[hook: both]
don’t -ssume sh-t
you don’t know jack, you don’t smith, you a dumb-ss
get off the d-ck
you ain’t my b-tch, you just some whack, f-cking head-ss

[verse: smith the poet]
cut your losses, we done
dumped ya, darling
disrupted that psyche
more slum for the eyes, see
not for the hype
please clap
i ain’t likely to snap
’til you seek to slack
jack, parade the whack

[verse: the thought]
duh! what you thought this was?
going all-in on a motherf-cking bluff?
you sus’er than suspects of rougher than rough s-x
not tougher than truck beds, but grumpy and rusted
enough was enough lead in like twenty-one hundred
above all the bud bread, but loving the glove check
like nothing of substance is coming from your head
like something’s a bust, it’s rubbing nuts at the club med
on that smith flow!

[verse: smith the poet]
or something, the sunset
you suffer the sum bet
no other than real debt
rubbles and fake threats
mutter the day, dead
out in the rain, red
rose in the grey, man
cop me a say, d-mn

[bridge: smith the poet]
for real

[verse: smith the poet
the f-ck?
i should levitate or something
probably h-lla late to functions
fully loaded with -ssumptions
going dummy, no discussion
that ain’t funny, b-ttf-ck it
i’ll play the fool if you love it
f-cking drool for the ruckus
i ain’t cheat for these buckets!
yo, y’all peeping a puppet
no secret to sucking
your thesis in luck, kid!
smoke up some substance
taught me to jump ship
write up some dumb sh-t
sell it for sunken sobs
for that strung-out fraud
you ain’t sh-t to the god
got your diss for a dime
it’s a miss for some miles
or a flick if you vile
doom is the dial

[verse: the thought]
go ahead and -ssume sh-t, i’ll put your b-tch in a tomb, kid
rock your world with a spoon, then flip your skits with cartoon twists
sick they ditched the balloon fit, misty quick with the bluefins
gift your lid with a doom fist, if you gifted and lucid
itching like you been using, skipped the kisses and boosted
lifted st-tches from suits, you stupid, distant to human
they split because you useless, your sh-t been so toothless
even cripples making saddles could fly you into the shooting
you stay looking rattled like you know death a’looming
bringing blanks to the battle as long as you left -ssuming
you got flame, you got, you got flame

- the thought

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