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lirik lagu blunted on a rainy day – betrayl

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[hook]:
i’m getting blunted on a rainy day,
roll them l’s up, i need to take the pain away.
my n-ggas dead in a box how can i face today,
you better -n-lyze everything i came to say.
word
x2

[verse i]:
i’m making love to the street son, caressing a long dutch
sixth sense tingling, there’s something beyond us
i’ve seen murder, dirty rain drops on my fitted
blunt smoke is pouring out the sunroof of the whip
a dream to me, laid back soaking up the scenery
electronic eyes on the d’s that stay policing me.
put n-ggas on, greed spreads through their heart
that’s why i don’t care if one tear sheds when i depart
i’m buried with my memories so why should i stress life?
my heart crashes a little more every time death strikes.
all this fowl sh-t has me zoning at red lights
relapsed on mary jane, i can’t roll an l right
my body needs liquor, loves got me confused.
scared to answer my cell, i’m tired of bad news.
pain is my teacher, a way to the cheeba
whether the blunts or set-ups every days getting deeper
couldn’t see him in the casket one last time to hug him
at least he knows now the n-ggas that really loved him.
salute his grave stone, the k!ller thought he was real sl!ck
had n-ggas scared of death, that’s when i spilled clips.
can’t trust my own left hand, why should i feel you?
bodies and court cases flooding my rear-view
i’m pulling on a blunt trying to get a clear view.
i told booda one day, “they don’t love, they fear you.”

[hook]:
i’m getting blunted on a rainy day,
roll them l’s up, i need to take the pain away.
my n-ggas dead in a box how can i face today,
you better -n-lyze everything i came to say.
word
x2

[verse ii]:
i want the 3.5 all red with the wood grain,
the love of money brought me so much hood pain.
i need a s-xy ghetto queen with a good brain.
the sun may be out now, but later it could rain.
hooked to the drug game as soon as i sold crack
i never knew so fast that i’d get my dough back.
try to play the block while i smoked to the old tracks
but now i’ve got to do good so i’ll get my soul back.
break a half a bird down weekly and blow that
try to lose the narcs before i park where the c0ke at.
smoking an l an hour, never really chef’d the powder
sad as a dead flower once you witness death’s power.
a blessing in disguise, brown eyes, round thighs
fly like the shy sunrise
i love and miss my soldiers every time dawn approaches
lighting weed while my sons body decomposes.
n-ggas got no respect
want to see my shorty wet, with her legs open as far as they stretch
murder in my voice, my arms to your neck
sometimes love is worth dying for like honor, respect.
champagne bottle love in the club drinking while you rest
yo the pens a silencer my mind is a tech
the pens a silencer, my mind is a tech
you know?

[hook]:
i’m getting blunted on a rainy day,
roll them l’s up, i need to take the pain away.
my n-ggas dead in a box how can i face today,
you better -n-lyze everything i came to say.
word
x2