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lirik lagu didn’t mean it / povertyfruit / sisyphus – sly jethro

didn’t mean it

when i was young
i seen my mama get arrested coppas hand around the necklace
don’t wanna manifest it
ptsd got my palms expressive
shake and shudder at the colors in reflection
these n*ggas know i been tested
i never passed tests when i was in school
i would cough underneath of the desk
puffin on a cart f*ckin up my chest
now my chest f*cked up
backwoods every day only way i stay sane and consistently manage the pain
sometimes i don’t know that my mental tryna say or what my mеn are tryna say
be off the shrooms onе too many days
like i’m dean blunt i smoke three blunts dean shalabi made the beat bump
i’m outside where the tree trunks be
push tree trunk tee yola the first ytb with good weed
got a frown on my knee shoutout t
goblin b a s t a r d
a n*gga can spell but never passed no screens historically
if i was working for the government i wouldn’t pass no screens…
i don’t pack bowls cuz i don’t have no screens
unregulated access to unspeakable things…
don’t watch football could care less if pack on screen only care if pack on screen
i’m outside where the green be sipping on a green tea
maybe oolong or white peach
earl grey with sage in a couple days i’m gonna see earl on stage
can’t remember the date i scroll up too much im not talkin book page
my hamster broke outta the cage he on da bed layin like chaise
he right beside me when i rap
rip to billy mays
every day i gotta cr*p
been eatin too many snacks
ed no t double t my acc got hacked
x box multiplying my attack
bulimic but i don’t feel it i been listening to demons
but i’m jus playin i didn’t mean it
povertyfruit

ion know a lot but know that coughing hurts
more than picking up the phone n seein her in another shirt
drop the blunt n kick the dirt
grew up off my papa’s work
making millions act chameleon baby boy
never learned to bite with purpose
19 wit my first cavity in my tooth cuz i grew up off the poverty fruit
sweets is cheap the birds tweet and cuckoo
step outside late night and see shapes in pursuit
my n*gga mikey had a dream he got backdoored by the suits
i just had a vision of my death off the shrooms
stuck in my room cage inside a cage
hamster inception pollute
when i was in elementary i played on the flute
teachers sent me to the doctor how i end up on droogs
orange clockwork my n*ggas same as the droogs
the abilify amplified my demise feel more on center when i’m high
pliers prying open my eyes forced me to watch my aunt die
i was five
i can’t remember my age more than majority of the time
can’t believe imma die
the fact i want to surprise me
my mama never chose to lay a hand on my hiney
most i got was time out but we both ended up cryin
my father on the other hand choked my ass til i thought i was dying
lol
dampen the text wrap a rope round my neck
what would help me the most would be his name on a check
and he knows
gotta get it on ya own you know he told you bro
18 pack ya bags you ain’t stayin home
hard to stack when you get frustrated by your clothes
if they wet or if it’s cold
older i got the more i got bold
like good hash or wine aged like a soul
solid brolic and old
i wonder what typa person imma be when i’m old
i hope i own my home and maybe own a boat
i’m the spitting image of my father cept i’m swole
and mentally ill
so it’s really a flat circle foretold
native blooded african black foot or navajo
shoutout my brothers in brown
it’s cool to stick to your crowd
when you know you know you know exactly what i’m talking about
white men only good for being the picture on the paper i use to purchase the pound
the bag is purple and round
terpenes so interesting to me i’m not ashamed to talk out about it
some older people so childish
it’s just the gap between the heart and the knowledge
sisyphus

head fuzzy like a tennis ball
rack the slide pick a side if you stand or fall
little man but i’m standing tall
i love the winter and i really love the fall
the cold wind chills got goosebumps on my b*lls tell ya girl to do a bump off my b*lls
nose blind like febreeze ad i got something stinky in this gym bag but it ain’t no sweaty socks
never look back i can simply sense the cops paul blart similar to me cuz we both don’t tote the glock
i mail shards to the precinct and put ieds under the cop cars no peaceful protest when the whole world charred
ilovesmokingmid got a unaball i love smoking za and talking to the walls
the shrooms melt my eyeb*lls my hands in my palms press my retinahs
blink and bean burgers in front of ya dog
toting a peppermint like larry did in stormalong
larry hoover harry sachs and mach hommy did some dirty fraud wit babytron and got his as put up on the jumbotron
riding on a thingamabob like sandy ina sponge squeeze the bubbles out and now she got the suds
been up for hours just now see the sun when it rises often times i cry and reach for the gun
therapist told me to change my surroundings it’s easier said than
done
i wanna live my passion but i’m not yet twenty one
i pilot the memory of amelia in my mind the bonds i built when i was five stronger than elephant hyde
need a sour apple hyde for gabby workin a 9 to 9
work ethic hard to find when u wanna die

- sly jethro

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