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lirik lagu sour turn – pandaraps

[chorus]
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions and thinkin’ that i’m the sh*t
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions and thinkin’ that i’m the sh*t

[verse 1]
uh, scratching my n*ts*ck
dropping rap like f*ck rap
i stepped outside of my show and got robbed by one of them thug cats
hopped on stage and someone yelled out “you’s a c*nt rag”
ever whinе to see a p*ssy speak, i beat it like a punchbag
fun fact, pеople jump me like bouncy castle, all i gotta do for a dead happenin’ is to go to ten and count backwards
hearin’ a crowd’s laughter, sayin’ about my dad’s passin’
someone walked to the bathroom laughin’, said, “ay, man, you’s a sad b*st*rd”
a tad awkward, misfit, bag up on a misprint
sick of usin’ peoples contemptuous glands for actually f*cking feelin’ it
not narcissistic, just part of the pot you p*ssed in
pops parted ways, with him and left not a drop of wisdom
been caught slippin’, the cardinals’ smart victim, the convicts, criminals, and cops in the cops’ system
one that it was cool in my market brand skinny jeans
’til a chick pulled ’em down and nicknamed my d*ck mini*me
[chorus]
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions and thinkin’ that i’m the sh*t
if i had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, i’d be rich and rollin’ balla and hollerin’ at your girl
i’ve been makin’ little money and spendin’ it like i’m rich
i’ve been makin’ bad decisions (lil’ boys!) and thinkin’ that i’m the sh*t

[verse 2]
in my underpants, i’m staring at the ceiling
the biggest boxer brief merits
watch apparent emcees copy eminem’s appearance
it’s apparent i’m destructive with the thoughts that i’ve been sharin’
i’m a tad awkward in circles, my social cues considered barren
narrow*minded, ain’t claimin’ no intentions when i mention that my pen game’s the only way i’ll make it to a pension
kamikazation of the problem in correlation with the root of all evil
at the tree of eden tearin’ at its fruit, it’s for all people
consume with inner demon for my coock shootin’ dreams prayin’ that they breakin’ through the roof
it’s a middle finger if you talkin’ sh*t but never do a d*mn thing
take a swing, man, i’m crazy and confused
and deranged, considered clinically insane, but where’s the proof?
i’m a b*st*rd in the booth, captain of a sinking groove
riding out the waves of bullsh*t, overcoming what you do, do, do, do*do, do*do (do*do)

- pandaraps

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