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[Verse 1: Black Cobain] As we present to you the present The presence so in essence And it's a chilly world So I just give them my confessions on the road The road to riches, you gon' meet some phony bitches Intimate with hurt and kisses Oh I think she just don't get it I-I-I I get it though, Laguna beach is indigo Sticking to the script of life Trying to reach my pinnacle You would think I took a laxative the way I'm shitting There's a target I am hitting Ain't got time for your retention I hope you fuckers listen Yeah I had a pot to piss in You're an 8 My pretty girls be 10s But you ain't get it Old friends Coming back around Keep em at a distance Play em 50 Nothing more or nothing less until they clip me Believe it I am Ripley My Hugo Euro fit me Letras de cancionesI be drinking on Ciroc like I don't care about my kidney Lord forgive me When life hands you lemons I make Simply Put your motherfuckin' hands up if you hear me [Hook: Black Cobain] In the side mirror of my car That's where my dreams are They closer than they appear They seem so really far I'm only what they make me Only what they make me They gone love me They gone hate me As long as they don't break me [Verse 2: Black Cobain] And we so photogenic Just snap it when it's candid And this is Staples easy Ain't got time for living frantic No I'm praying, mantis Defend me at my worst nigga That's word to Edwin Stanton This is tainted love, I'm Manson Marylin, If it's any truth then I'm Sojouner then I swear these niggas rookies at it Basically they Derwin in the streets talk, they yappin They ask me why I'm rappin' Cause Virginia never seen a nigga rockin' high in fashion Wait... [Bridge: Black Cobain] Lemme take my time with it uhh... You know, get my thoughts together Make y'all wait for it Red Berry Ciroc, that's my favorite drink Shout out to my nigga Moe man I said fashion, right? Alright let me get it, Uh [Verse 3: Black Cobain] I'm talkin' paparazzi flashin' The bitch is a distraction And if you talkin' fly nigga, you talkin' to the captain The hood is not the same They antonyms is snitchin' So disregard the kitchen til my hustlers still up in it I put that on my father I put that on my family And it's a hard knock life, but nobody hearing Annie, uhhh They think it's sweet just like my auntie kool-aid They coffee I ain't sleepin baby, where's my creme brulee? [Hook] From Letras Mania