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fallin' love - siracco lyrics

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(intro)
yeah
i guess it’s time to roll anotha one
helps me spit it out like some nasty flavored bubblegum
and i guess that i’m the troubled one
but you won’t see me posted up with a couple guns
still shootin’ for the sky until i’m number one
watch out motherf-cker here the thunda come

(verse)

whaddup, i hope that you be doin good

me i’m on the east side with the peace pipe in the bruins hood

i’ve been studying taking notes like a student would

reminiscing bout the good old days when we was movin’ kush

you sucked the life out body like a pomegranate

2 months later i aimed for heads like target practice

marks a savage, i thought of janice and popped a zanex

no longer panic, i dropped the f-ggots, and offered bandwith

i’m off this planet cause this the place where the sharks inhabit

stop and rap sh-t at the population just to cause some havok

need me a blunt, a 40, a shorty rockin spandex

talkin spanish in my ear im thinkin that i lost my balance

i bought some matches, i struck em all and watched em burn\

mad props to new york, but im thinkin this be bostons turn

i toss n turn at night can’t sleep because they oughtta learn

that i’m the motherf-ckin’ sh-t, so suck my f-ckin’ d-ck

(chorus) x2

i remember getting mad at my parentals

because the road was rugged so my faith was differential

within a second felt my heart was dis-ssembled

so please dont be forgetful, now shes only in my mental

(verse 2)

nod your f-ckin’ dead and appreciate the hip hop

this is grown man rap yet you f-ckin sound like kidz bop

variation, stoned bumping blitz krieg bop

but if you stick around i could teach ya how to pimp walk

ha, ha, ha ha thinkin’ you can touch us?

we start to swarm, then we bring the ruckus

f-ck blunts, i hit a vape and ladies f-ck us

hit it after she was dumped she got the swagger of some dutch guts

yeah

life is like a lunch truck

goin place to place bringin flavor gettin f-cked up

you f-ckin suck punk and i don’t like your att-tude

until i’m in a coffin up in boston i’m the baddest dude

(chorus) x4

i remember getting mad at my parentals

because the road was rugged so my faith was differential

within a second felt my heart was dis-ssembled

so please dont be forgetful, now shes only in my mental

- siracco lyrics

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