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lirik lagu really sorry – flitz&suppe & juiceb☮x

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[verse]
yeah, uh
just call me back
front side crooked on the flat ball
lines in my head flash past like a fast car
autobahn speed break the dial on speedometer
too many miles cracked a smile for odometer
whipping’ in a rental car from avis
trumpet on my arm call me kilometres davis
i f’d all of your a-list
skipped the whole playlist
rock a beat faceless, but the patience of a sage is
safe to say, i played the game, i’m over it
flavoring ways will waste away your ownership
copy, paste your haste and come up short again
it pays to know your place, i’m in the audience
as i flip a tom penny into the wishing well
[?] be starry as i’m g-off to kiss a tell
uh, i’m selling bonzi with the ponzi scheme
you couldn’t rattle off names from a radder team
a dope lad but i’m not from the pj’s
laying wit’ your lady in an apple, y’all
bj’s for days
casted as the room for the dj’s
blast the trade bomb and los angeles raise
uh, [?] la la land
25 stairs, i ain’t lying out in france
feeling on the handrail, lying in some vomit
cast claiming they grinding, a reality they’re gromits, honest
i am really sorry for my contents
i’m trauma with the offense as you trauma with your comments
i hit clips from a minute like [?]
shops to bones and biggie, eating toast with my linguini
uh, i’m johnny rotten with the monologue
an antichrist with the ambiance, only joking
i’m only smoking just on occasion
rest -ssured when i’m tokyo, i’m looking asian
viet-nah, i’m only playing
your beijing, color that is asian like raisin
raising the flat bar just a notch
she’s just a crush looking for some crotch, why not?
i be like roger klotz the way i bully with you big in the past tense
lines over my head looking like back in the days
racking up plays, but remained underground
hogs stay in the plains that were mazed, and i’ll say it again
sorry
mushroom graphic on my bull face, foggy
fourth place, probably
back when spitfire was a hobby with the bearings
now i spit fire, it’s apparent
i give a new definition to airy
lift [?] in the bowl with [?] learning to transfer
independent with my credits
subtle balance, watching wheels turn over granite
i’m moving mountains now that lance is understanded
i’m the new-school old-school level two rampant
rebel caused champion
bevel gloss stamping
never used hands on the meaning of my landing
i grip tapes and p-ss sticks after shows
it’s the only way i know to show the pros i understand sh-t
fast playing, while the compet-tion’s boneless
now that’s how you flip a beat, shout out to bones swiss

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