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lirik lagu psalm one - better than my last

[refrain]
mama journalist, i don’t read the papers
so i’m fixing that more and more and more
daddy pimp a girl, i can’t be a wh0r-
so you know i’m fixing that more and more and more
ex said i’m an angel, i’m a monster
and that hater hate me more and more and more
i don’t know how to really act
but you know my next showing will be better than my last

[verse 1]
climb up the stairs, step up to the plate
pocket full of tens, canvas full of grey
girl my back hurts now how much do i owe you
i’m guaranteed to grow soon
luggage in the corner, portable me
sub-ject sus-pect, the chorus agrees
something like a road cat, something like a flea
in the ear of the big dog, at times i’m a bit large
year of the frequent flyer, year of the screwy
ran away so fast i swear i never knew me
didn’t look back, just getting to that
moved six times in three years, fool
you unpack
i gotta lot going on, a great idea can be a boring song
so i wake up from near death most nights
in a rush cause i’m worried about my near life
you hear me right
i’m cuddling my crazy
it’s hard to trust me but i cook amazing gravy
tastes good on anything you willing to bang out
you can have it later when your fav-o-rites flame out

[break]
hey, what you talking bout

[refrain]

[verse 2]
another rapper found dead
i guess brother’s don’t mind trading lead for lead
i know why you chose rap, get out from the struggle
not knowing what they say that n-gga in the club do
so pardon moi for the flossing
when i get off the road i toss dollars to the wind
but i couldn’t see myself dying for the cause
cause a lotta lines that i tend to rhyme get lost
or is that a shame
or is that the game
oh, that’s the same thang
y’all be changing, trying to change what
they coming for your sh-t and they aiming for your gut
i warm up tummies, my product stay love
you scorn-f-cked dummies should get your hate up
or ya ni-cest spi-ces, get your plates up
cause i’m better than anything you have a taste fa

[break]

[outro]
step one, gotta get yourself spun
n0body gonna know you better than you hun
step two, you gonna need better shoes
i know it’s stupid but those are the rules
step three, decoding your pedigree
just know what you’re facing in your worst enemy, then we go to
step four, you ain’t heard this before
next year’s pimp is last year’s wh0r-
so i’m better than my last

- lirik lagu psalm one

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