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wavy jone$ - counterfeit كلمات الأغنية

[intro: tommy wright iii]
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
all it takes is a steamer and a motherf-ckin gun
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
all it takes is a steamer and a motherf-ckin gun
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
all it takes is a steamer and a motherf-ckin gun

[verse 1: ghostemane]
negative sh-t running through my brain
say what you want
i can’t keep sh-t tame
don’t talk to n0body
you all the same
everybody say they feel your pain
smoking that sh-t don’t make me sane
sipping that sh-t don’t make sh-t change
i’m thinking about sh-t i can’t explain
like “what would it be like in outer sp-ce?”
cause i cannot fight with the people i know
everybody thinks their sh-t don’t stink
sometimes all i wanna do is write your name in a death note
now watch somebody say to me
“okay, if you jump you will freeze”
they’ll say it again and again
until you die of memories
this the type of sh-t i think about
why’ll you pretend to breathe
you counterfeit

[hook: tommy wright iii]
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
all it takes is a steamer and a motherf-ckin gun
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
street type
gotta get some money if i ain’t got none
all it takes is a steamer and a motherf-ckin gun

[verse 2: wavy jone$]
i’m getting lit on this sh-t
i’ve been smoking blunts by the river
you counterfeit
just a b-tch
ain’t nothing more than a quitter
i’m bout it, bout it
all it
been praying to god for a l!ck
f-ck the devil
i’m fed up
i’m sick of life, watch me drip
i’ll float away through the shadows
ain’t seen some light for some days
i’ll drown myself in this darkness
if i wake up not the same
can’t count the bodies around me
i think i’m losing my grip
i need to escape this matrix
before my sanity slips
i’m wide awake
why am i naked?
i feel nothing, i hate it
i’m rolling blunts like they sacred
i’m dressed all black like i’m vader
no contemplating, i made it
but still, they wanted me dead
i’ll do your b-tch -ss a favor and put this tool in your head
you counterfeit

- wavy jone

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