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I just wanna keep it natural I just wanna keep it natural Don't ask me You wanna be happy but What are your requirements? Fallen shrines The survivors cry entitlement I see you all with the proprietary chapel as example 1 I does my thing for none You've never seen me for the things I always hoped you would Clue me in if you will I done spilled everything Leave them mopping up the sea with a quill See These niggas soaking up defeat through the ground Who you blame in colosseums? The killer or the crowd? Shrouded in this expressionless mound of elation drowned Just a weight to the pile Just another island in the mist I'm just another face to be forgotten They picked me out the tree Core rotten since the seed sprouted arms in a moment of release Got the traction on my feet when the 40 dick skeet Leaving kiddies on the street Letras de cancionesLeaving Momma's knees weak I tend to hear the bull slip through a true quip Like a pool stick cue ball group split Lucid 2000 miles 2005 I was south pole down 2 sizes too big for my frame at the time 2009 wiping eyes full of my wet While my pops tryna drive Or maybe that was 10 The years blow by The days all blur The lightness of my limbs The waves where your hips lay surfed by a cold fingers As if a jellyfish sting sprung strawberry flesh Along lips robbed for color in an instant Uhh A long second Uhh The distance between an existence fulfilled and the anticipation of everything after Or The difference I mean it's all relative but that side of the family doesn't call me Some would say estranged but we never connected in the first place Either or Neither nor Need a tour of my own thoughts I tend to get lost Lately I don't feel real Lately I don't feel I don't feel feel I don't I don't You look good But I know you far from it Bet I play the roll like the hardwood under I got a gucci watch I never wear I never cover Your last mans wore team Jordans all summer Wit the scuffed up rubber Oh what a pity Gold Macbook match the piercing through your titties Driving by rose bushes thinking of you plenty Saying 'look me in the eyes when you fiddle with the cherry' Call me on the trim line leaning on your closet You make me feel haunted I make you feel wanted The ice cream parlor with the neon we out It's 3 on the clock A.M. say when you need me over And Imma call an Uber girl I puff backwood I ain't tryna to maneuver The tunes of black noose Who pry and act loose Like 90s gap boom Arrive at your room The moon's in full bloom The doom of virtue Your sheets smell of perfume Honey and curfews This ain't no hobby I pull up asap man shit gon' get rocky Caesar to peon man This just a body As of late There is nothing There is nothing As of late There is nothing As of late There is nothing As of late There is nothing As of late No Yeah From Letras Mania