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lirik lagu echo (956) - anxiety

[verse 1: echo]
ayo, imma show you what it do when i blast i’m comin through and this ain’t a little movie boy i get paid per view
you know what
no, no, yeah, no
i’m~ i’m going back in let’s go
i didn’t pay for this beat but sh~t i’m still gonna beat matter of fact i’mma continue the heat
take it back when i was a teen i got cut from my high school team cause i couldn’t ball but they still shoulda kept me cause i’m six foot tall
i got in a relationship, it was sh~t
it was something you’d see from a rom com script
anyday she’ll live her dreams and strip
she expects me to flip
but i’m still high off this acid trip
it’s the little things that matter my pants are still tattered next to my paper you’re girl looks flatter
and i’m a rappеr who can’t rap
doesn’t matter my songs still slap plus
i divorced mary janе sh~t just don’t just feel the same and she didn’t do sh~t but the deed’s still in my name i can’t pay but i guess she took the fame along the way
i’m boutta say, ha
how many more b~tches gotta f~ck before i see what i became
picture this moment while i’m bowling and in a frame
seems like last year i was caught up ballin’ fist
beat his ass but i still don’t know what his problem is
maybe he was one of the ones thinking i would call it quits
might have to trip and take a trip to his mommas crib

[verse 2: housefly, the bug god]
yeah simple, b~tch uh
fien for good beliefs, pleading guilty for peace, been eating up my sleep it knock me like a brick
now i’m bleeding in the sink
feeling far from what i reach
which is gold, diamonds are just a captain of his fleet
i guard myself a little too hard
been a bum, not apart of much
but jars of weed with blunts
might not be the~ sh~t, i f~cking can’t
i can’t do~ i don’t know if i can do this one dude, f~ck
might not be the same to you as it is for me
i’m out of focus when f~ck sh~t is what i gotta cope with
one slip and it’s all over
gotta keep a grip homie
life is a b~tch, well be a pimp homie
you couldn’t see me through the tint rolling
impala what i whip to pull up on ya and dip home
i don’t trip about sh~t
unlike pr~cks who do
treating they walls like sticks with glue
it’s a horror fl!ck what i did to improve and
best part about it i don’t got sh~t to prove, d~mn
[outro ~echo~ and housefly]
~say some sh~t~
uh say some sh~t, uh
say some sh~t, uh
say some sh~t, yeah, uh
f~ck you doin’?
f~ck you talkin’ ‘bout?
where the money at?
yo, where’s the money at?
toss my check
toss the check
me and all my homies need that bread
we want that bread

- lirik lagu echo 956

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