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lirik lagu th3 h3r1tc - wurdz

(inspired by the minutes of the day lyrical journal.) calvin harrell

while there is three of me, i often see

how thin the love is, over currency

call me the scene narrator, your usual darth vader

capturing a caper, on the paper

born red pill favorite

2 ply, fly paper, catch fly by haters

while you buzzing around, no sounds, your underground

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worth my weight in gold, as was prophesied old

my homie looked at me, he said, what glitters is gold

i laughed, looked back and said, all else is bread

my tailor wasn’t swift enough. he’s off his thread

until i collect dem crowns, i’ll be doubling down

looked at the bar tender, said another round

it’s the ok corrall, when my squad around

first mate- the t-tanic, its going down

getting around to the obvious, our feelings never lobby us

pay us with common pence ,—- then make a law, without sence

crazy world we live in, from the womb, making a k!lling

invisible social ceilings, k!llin to make a living

some call it winning, others may call it sinning

had to shed some tears over years, the clocks spinning

but the point i make, is not a debate

stomping all over the yard, blue and white probate

sometimes i lose my mind, but never will i decline

a real -ss homie, when it comes to real time

5 dollars, or dimes

what’s mine is sidelined

flights of single-serve friends, no sight of fine wine

you can keep the little things

consider it, down payment, when last bell rings. good vibes, a revelation, subconscious x rated, marinated prorated

i’ve found my footing now, rock solid foundation

a little meditation, and some simple preperation

i find my self, humble, after skating through the jungle

no master villain plans, but a constant mental rumble

brain on nuclear, voice of bryant gumble

if coincidence strikes twice

my babbled towers gonna crumble

touchdown, was my hood name, cause i never had a fumble

stumbled a few times, blocking kicks, life’s kung-fu

eat out a trash can, i tell you humble ain’t the words

multi- millionaire, hitting north ave curbs

the locals have words for f-cked up, and envy

you all gather round, till you find out why they sent me

par few years, no rents, bruce wayne

dark knight moments, flying in a private plane

collecting crowns from the game, no need for parades

i’m so off this planet, on the moon, they left the stage

there’s an almanac for everything, but the words i just said

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