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lirik lagu pepper – sugs

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[verse]
dying vision, my vision is getting worse
do some big division dividing up all my scores
quite vicious, we breach ’em through the shore
shootin’ rocks out the slingshot, drinkin’ like a norse
i been up for nine suns – whatchu know about it?
violence; don’t go and fool around it
my push*shove ain’t take much to get ignited
i been flyin’ from the seat since day one, f*ck a co*pilot

f*ck the way i get up every day in d*mn cycle
both my eyes bloodshot tired from the night prior
t**th grind to a point, type vampire
am i like they say? they seem to love me must be d*mn liars
campfire talеs, storybook type what they say
state dеcaying at this pace but at this pace i’m gettin paid, feel me?
hot sweat, cold sweat, what’s the diff?
bit indifferent at the start, part this sh*t ain’t worth a d*mn cent
product of some isolation, take the title of
break the mirror lookin’ at me, if i’m high enough
introverted to a cripple, but we different b*tch
i cut my pinky finger off to flip the middle higher up
product of some isolation, take the title of
break the mirror lookin’ at me, if i’m high enough
introverted to a cripple, but we different b*tch
i cut my pinky finger off to flip the middle higher up

eight bands, so what? ten bands, so what?
f*ck the paper mayn, i wanna make my name blow up
that’s the old me, i done seen a load of
pride, greed, try me though i take you out the photo
take you out the pic, all them lack the focus
this that prime rib, this that new and total
this that fye sh*t, sh*t that blew chern0byl
that’s what half my scope is, i ain’t at my magnum opus

from the bottom of the grave, jumpin’ down and now it’s stuck
spit the nails into the face & nail the coffin shut shut
not a speck of my respect for all these chicken cutlets
pull up to the fist fight with a f*ckin musket
lippin’ off is like the quickest way to getcha tongue cut
all my listeners some villains, like the rowdy rough bunch
throw like 80 different liquids in the f*ckin’ rum punch
said i had to much to drink, but dawg i blarey drank much
even quicker to the touch than i am quicker to the bread
i see through you bud, i ask,“yo can you get it through ya head?”
all these rappers doing stuff they think’ll help to make ’em trend
while i can spy it from a mile, the widest eye is through my lens
die slow see the light now, might just be the end
light show for you type clowns, firework ya’ head
time today to spray the face a shade of red mayn
and i’m usin’ sand paper for the wipe down
you b*tches pepper, pepper, pepper
these wannabes are all some pepper, pepper, pepper
this weed i breathe is just some pepper, pepper, pepper
i cannot see through all this pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper
you b*tches pepper, pepper, pepper
these wannabes are all some pepper, pepper, pepper
the stress in me is just some pepper, pepper, pepper
i cannot see through all this pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper

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