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lirik lagu upchurch - late night in k-town

[intro]
i thought i’d make a song for everybody that stays out late as f-ck
i know everybody has had a late night trip to napco
kenneth, hah-hah
arrii (arrii)

[verse]
late night, kinda high, blowin’ swishers out the ride
rollin’ south, b-mpin’ down, keepin’ cops up out my sight
got a goofy crew with me and they gettin’ kinda giggy
and itty bittty eyes, she can laugh while they screen this
crazy how these people think i actually could make it
it’s a dream i should be chasin’ but i’m faced by all these players
all these lame -ss rappers goin’ ham up in the studio
talkin’ ’bout their rubber band stacks and all these groupie hoes
f-ck a bunch of money, that’s a rappers poor judgement
that’s the only thing he’s lovin’ from an art that goes above it
everybody’s flow different, grab a pad and grab a pencil
let the paper touch a brain write a really bad -ss picture
[?] with a little mel gibson
and we got a lethal weapon with a rhyming words of wisdom
yeah, rappin’s not a game, it’s a [?] part of me
makin’ rap stars only barely touch me partially
i coulda just said hardily, but hardily it’s hard to see
when your brain is infected by all the f-cking main stream
[?] the main thing when you got a mind to maintain
but you just let your bling hang at the same level as your ding-a-ling
aw sh-t, yeah i went there like a million times
fist fightin’ airplanes, yeah i’m that kind of fly
yeah, i’m that kind of high, thc level 99
been on that cloud like 90 times
and then i think “oh where am i?”
i’m rollin’ up to jenny’s with a 20 and a 50
got a bag of munchines in my [?] ’cause i’m feelin’ thirsty
goin’ back to kingston tryna dodge a blue light vision
waitin’ for them handcuffs but i got my composition
’cause i’m on these lyrical missions, don’t ask me for no commission
i’m one of the few rappers don’t sound like i’m always b-tchin’
and i have no soul, not a problem, not a goon nor a goblin
but i’m a product of what’s poppin’ on this garbage track
c-ck blockin’ stoppin’ all these gangsta-holics
so only i [?]
they out here poppin’ spittin’ hot sh-t
am i missin’ anyone, i’m just spittin’ behind mine
just rollin’ cheech and chong in a page i ripped from high times
i ain’t even playin’, waldo’s hidin’ behind my eyes
and i’m spyin’ on all these rappers, they ain’t seein’ from my side
don’t you come to my side, take a whip in my ride
goofy -ss honda with a busted out taillight
my mom don’t give me money like these other little kids
i got a job bustin’ tables a shorties for f-ckin’ tips
yeah, got tattoos, gotta wear long sleeves
’cause to the old folks we ain’t nothin’ but some creeps
yeah, but this ain’t nothin’ but the new age
same sh-t they did, we just kick it new ways
xbox live, freestlyein’ and gettin’ too blazed
get pushin’ off coastin’ like luepe
yeah

- lirik lagu upchurch

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