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[feat. Shawn Chrys and Jah-Free] [Intro: Jah Free] Bending you Oh I'm bending, bending, bending, bending you, oh, yeah [Verse 1: Mann] A permanent euphoria, everyday is the shit Right hand on my money, left hand be on your bitch Rapping it made me rich, money give me the women Money we just be throwing it, women they just be getting All my girls fly like they all flight attendants Ten cent's, picky as fuck, she gotta look innocent Since sin the center of this whole fucking industry Ain't no saint, neither is she, but we pretend to be Is it out to pocket to say I like the attention Not to mention you don't even know how high I've be getting Experimenting, 'cause it's different, changing, growing Leanin and smoking, rolling, making music, listening to no one, I'm on One, twenty years old, world in my palms Bent that's why I'm shaded up, looking so calm Giving you the world from my point of view A true B-Day mobbing Dannon boy, that's what I'm supposed to do [Hook: Jah-Free] Letras de cancionesAll these spoons in my kitchen They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend (Bend you up and bend you back down) All the girls in my bedroom They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend (Bend you in and bend you back out) All the rules to this game around They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend (Bending you) [Verse 2: Shawn Chrystopher] Every time I close my eyes I see a different dream I pray to God that we don't close until we reach our dreams College tuition for daughters that I ain't even father Now I got a red bone at the altar call me prince or king Six digits for me like we did to offer They used to call me Waldo, got rich and now they call me Walter Yeah, I higher than them Unkle pants, living without a purpose, man But that just cause my circumstances And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy Death comes in threes and you're looking like some triplets boys In high school I climbed the roof so I could smoke my weed The dealers knew that I was young and sold me bags of seeds I'm chasing dreams, hoes chasing me But I just give the name and number like the matter D 'Cause all I wanna do was roll up hash And smash the ass of a bitch who looks like Kim Kardashian, I'm gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Blessed] She is the last straw, I bend her and slip slow My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district with red lights Prostitutes and rich niggas, just a recipe for long nights Shake well, and oh they do I'm laying next to some girl who last night showed me things I never knew now Either I'm bending space or I'm just bent and spacing I put my heart on tracks, but it's 4AM and that shit's still racing One bed, two girls, three way, four times My shame came of their clothes, it's paradise of the mind Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom I'm meeting my darker side and it's a pleasure just to meet him I'm thinking while puffing and writing while fucking Yesterday's gone and tomorrow ain't coming And if Tamara ain't cumin and that's the name that she told me But when you hit this level, every first name is phony But here, the air tastes better Weed is more potent and girls seem wetter Days are a haze, drinks just stronger Nocturnal nigga, these nights seem longer I'm only here for one night, it's Disneyland for man White girls, blue kush, red lights, American and Amster... damn From Letras Mania