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Hazy mess, smoking rollies in the back of an Acura Acting like we sober with the pigs on the back of us Swervin' to suburbia, you're pleading: "Knock it. Yes!" Only urban to you culchies I'm the Culture, you fuckin' boss, your girl's eyes rollin' B Swear she ain't rode me, on the road near the forest But she forage for these nuts, just phenon, now I'm busted Bust it in your momma's house, smack the taste out your mouth Take the biscuits and dip 'em, then dip 'em in the tea that I'm spillin' Room spinnin' from the X in my system Pure swing for a bop with my jaw swinging vicious My girl crying on the phone, I know she swear she a victim 'Cause her friend got evicted, purple hickeys on my skin I was bruised like a peach, the soft click of the keys when I Tweet Black men don't cheat, sheesh When it rains, it pours, such a pity Where you from in Dublin City? Don't be alone If you roam, the longest way 'round is the shortest way home It rains, it pours, such a pity Where you from in Dublin City? I'm drowning in these sheets, purple linens 'round my neck Kinda difficult to breathe, yeah, I'm gasping for some air Why the fuck would I leave? Letras de cancionesAlways surface low when, when she tells me to leave I am grafting and grafting I'm gonna leave this for the arc Why you leaving, we are shining I'm an actor tryna star Starring on my Insta, we got a flex for the guns Keeping up a couple grams like a pill ascent Sandman working everything, asleep at the wheel (Wheel) Car starts spinning, I can't tell if it's real (Real) Crashing through the building, the world's a haze of brick Taste of copper on my lips Irons well in the distance as my blur starts to vision I see nothing, I'm just nodding off to sleep slow Waiting for those beats as I soften, it's often When it rains, it pours, such a pity Where you from in Dublin City? Don't be alone If you roam, the longest way 'round is the shortest way home It rains, it pours, such a pity Where you from in Dublin City? I see warm summer nights just playing on the street Little footie with the boys and a couple scraped knees Escape from the doorstep, rapid with the quick step Rappin' on the yard, "8 Mile", but it's ten of us Connection's kinda tenuous but fuck it Beats class, talking 'bout some ducats And shy when we lockin' lockers Beside the girls that we liked with our hands in our pockets All nervous, I see nothing, just the dark I see stars manifest in the abyss I see times I persist and regret I see the ragged slits upon my wrist I see matted hair of goddesses, I see gods looking down upon us yes I see nothing, just too dark I see the end all the way from the start, watch When it rains, it pours, such a pity Where you from in Dublin City? Don't be alone If you roam, the longest way 'round is the shortest way home It rains, it pours, such a pity Where you from in Dublin Ci- From Letras Mania