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lirik lagu missing texture - bonsai

[verse 1]
aye, bumpin’ off a bean, and yeah i’m talking dopamine
i’m logging off of twitter ‘fore my b~tches try to cancel me
and yes she’s wantin’ all of me, so i’mma give her sodomy
and flatten out the place like my name was f~cking king dedede
record it on a dvd, release it under missing t and make it free
so that way all my fans can find it easily, and feasibly~
codeine and i came up from the sticks sh~t, so when we link up it’s real recognize real b~tch
and that’s another hoe, baby girl i gotta go
y’all hit mе up and it’s like i’m playin f~ckin’ whack a mole
and let’s keep it on thе record, i could off myself at any minute matter fact i almost did it, but my momma called me talking ’bout her day and sh~t so after a few minutes of it i recalled i wasn’t lame
so mother f~cker no we aren’t the same, aye, aye, aye~
motherf~cker no we aren’t the same, lil b~tch

i’m a pink and black checkerboard, no it’s not a metaphor
the source of my contentment turned out to be just a couple wh0res
zant a couple broads, now they swallow up my kids therefore
i had to make a follow up before i got bored like
“d~mn dude, i mean not you, the absolute freshest~“
marquee on my back~ let me reiterate the premise
white boy, nice flow, a couple dollars to blow
and lately i been havin’ problems like my sugar is low
so my crew walked in looking super~duper vicious (yo)
ice in my veins, i ain’t even gotta finish (ho)
oh you got a bad b~tch? let me go and get it
hold up i’mma take it slow, it’ll be more than a minute
like yeah maybe 10, maybe 20 or more
i got a dozen bad b~tches lining up at the door
and that’s no exaggeration homie, dozen or more
woke up the next morning and a dozen were scored
[interlude]
~sample continues~
that’s the premise of the joke though, you know, like…
i set it up and i said i had s~x with
twelve different women in one night

[verse 2]
aye, what you waitin’ for?
homie what i pay you for?
hold the camera still so i can properly exert my force
i’mma punch a hole in yo chest, you want the smoke kid?
pull up, left~right left~right, i got you bent b~tch, aye
gamecube days, they got me lit up, uh
nostalgia forms a suit, we playing dress up, aye
thirsty ass hoes, we finna drink up
cause i ain’t been the same ever since the f~cking break up
man if i die young, i hope you did your research
don’t put my ugly mug on the front of a t shirt
if i made my own music, if i made my own games
if i made my own art, then i made my own way
all i need or want is a f~ckin’ legacy son
and creativity is a gun and my mind is the opus
and i never felt better than back when i dropped “bogus!”
so shut the f~ck up and let me talk myself through this~

aye, back to the basics where i like to be
any deeper than the surface and i’m bound to bleed, yo
my head is pounding, d~mn, i need room to breathe, though
my brain is pushin’ on me like a bonsai tree
i make music about my own mind you see
mix it up with different sh~t all promiscuously, though
my head is pounding, i need room to breathe, bro
my brain is pushing on me like a bonsai tree, d~mn~
ayo, i shut sh~t down like a pandemic real quick
lowkey annoyed with all the b~tches on my d~ck
and i can’t stand f~ckers that just label me a pr~ck
im a realist, one that will paytas you with this candlestick
i don’t know what you heard or what you been told
promise i’m a cool guy underneath all of my showboat
but if you distract me from my federal reserve notes
i might have to touch your hoe, bro, and go ghost

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