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lirik lagu pits (feat. the nait sirk) – november02

[verse 1 november02]
quick chat, tip hat, where’s the benefactor
if i don’t like the way you dress you get a dental fracture
on my abdoman attachment is a member grabber
haven’t seen my soul but haven’t sold it
guess she must’ve sn*tched it
the mixmaster
spit fl!ck emits blasters
scribbled images in his id, you’re an idiot
kid spits, emit laughter
haha
spliff fl!ck off the tip
zaza
oh you eat today, gross
did you sleep okay, nope
what you breathe today, smoke
imma be okay, quote
these the lines that i wrotе
with my throat (handcuffed) intertwined with thе smoke
see the vibes h*lla green
feel the cbd loopin through my body
half speed, got that thc all up in my noggin
you don’t see the eyes of the snakes
had to rewind intertwined with her face
saw the vibes h*lla fake
now i’m passing you
pullin through the avenue
the tracks that blew you through are back and tackled
leave em black and blue
a pack or two of habits and manic attacks on latitude are flattened
i’ve managed to package a couple tracks for you
[verse 2 the nait sirk]
on my dirk nowitzki, i’m a maverick, swear my pen my sword
dirty up the d*ckies, couple grams tucked in the jansport
need a couple bands in my hand, lord, all i ask for
know i can’t keep going back like a backcourt
keep a passport
as a last resort
lately been more anxious
keep it amy with my frankness
told ya plans and how i’d hatch ‘em
you just stared back with some blankness
deep abyss, thrust into blackness
needa lift, i tuck and pack it
needa have it
oh lord
hit the booth and i record
it’s a habit
flip a coup from the accord
like it magic
on my vince
‘member summertime ‘06, wish
i could go back and say some sh*t
to that lil lonely kid
tell ‘em we gon’ make a big
keep ya head up, don’t you trip
never let up, going in
and i been bleeding through this pen
tryna reap some benefits
why they on they benedict
moving strange, i stay distant
may of changed
but still the same old christian
[verse 3 november02]
you p*ssies failing like half of your parents marriages
only mood you conjure up should be endless embarrassment
pedal hysterics and
settle for cherry pickin pity exhibits
cap stay fitted
like charades how ya’ll living
its not a competition
tryna make an honest living
by dishonestly reminiscing
bout plotting astonishing missions and
promising sh*t that you can not deliver its deliberate sh*t
its reptilian sh*t
snakes
it’s not a competition tryna make an honest living
think i’ve been far too forgiving
they’ve been far too dismissive
but it’s whatever baby i’ll just reap the benefits of dropping pennies in fountains, breaking in, and collecting them
(always come back, no matter where i go, they always come back)

- november02

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