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lirik lagu sway in the morning freestyle (2018 may 31st) – raury

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sometimes i wanna pack up all my sh-t and move into the woods and get to hiding cause i’m tired of societ-ay
the cyanide alive inside of every heart and soul and minus city life, i mean i gotta gotta get away
i swear that i was dying, life’s just reincarnated
cross-faded with silver, not kissed by nefert-ti
was shark baited on slave ship
lived to tell the story
i am not raury, i am every single on before me
i’m on the sh0r-, i’m sure to f-ck your wh0r-s in categories
i know the secret
i know my genes are golden like trojans
that’s why i’m flowing til i heal the hills of georgia
windows aren’t broken and my n-ggas aren’t choking eachother
so i gotta move to the woods
and i return when i learn everything is all good
and burn up a twist of the wood
and be at home on the throne man, i wish that i could
why the f-ck n-ggas think they can try me, i been a g n-gga
i seen you imposter, you not what you pretend to be n-gga
regulate your chakra, not feeling your energy
better pray for my enemies
it will not be the end of me
it’s a…
i’m not me, i’m a better me
and i [?] put your bread and your fettucine on me
settlements on me
i am like the doc, the medicine’s on me
they say the art in moving on is in knowing what to leave behind
leave the beat back, seat back, let the speaker knock
sweeter fox, sweeter box, pleased to eat it off
we cannot have relations, be a queen and i
used to have a whole in every f-cking pair of single socks
used to tote the show with a motherf-cking speakerbox
hosted over shoulder with a guitar, to car, highschool, to car, stay on the marta

tree agate in my gold ring
amethyst on the white tee
shorty said she want a hood n-gga
then she met a n-gga like me
i’ll take your -ss to sp-ce and back
and sage your -ss
and change your -ss from wings and flats
to vegan meat, i made your -ss
i’ll break your -ss
erase your -ss
i made your -ss
replace your -ss!
it’s really nothing to me
i made the cash
i made me rich
i made myself from bacon bits to [?] bags
my baby rich
my lady rich
my lady wet
i know you f-cking with me
she alkaline
we lucy high
my suit is white
she lucify
she roll her eyes
she been through h-ll
she speak in tongues
in heaven now

but the devil is alive in atlanta
pray for atlanta
pray that man ain’t never sprayed a banana clip from the balcony
only to defend princ-p-lities from these fake trap n-ggas
chase sack n-ggas
mumble on the beat but you can’t rap n-gga
and you could have a strap and a crew full of goons and i’ll tell you to your face that you ain’t that n-gga

dayumn-dayumn-dayumn
dayumn-dayumn-dayumn

- raury

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