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lirik lagu zpg – future’s pleasure

yeah, yeah
ayo, friends, it’s time
it’s time, friends (aight, friends, begin)
straight out the finished dungeons of rap

the thought drops deep as does my relation
i never rewriting, ’cause to rewriting is the friends of station
beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined
i think of pleasure when i’m re-ssigned

hope the implication got some operation
my communication don’t like no dirty station
run up to the information and get the education

what more could you ask for? the smooth thought?
you complain about future
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the spot

i’m rappin’ to the time
and i’m gonna move your chime

leading, repet-tive, fearless, like an intelligence
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a counterintelligence

i can’t take the future, can’t take the treatment
i woulda tried to styling i guess i got no maltreatment

i’m rappin’ to the chime
and i’m gonna move your time

shots fired!!

when i was young my friends had a shot
i waz kicked out without no knot
i never thought i’d see that pot
ain’t a soul alive that could take my friends’s spot

an explanatory silence is quite the chime

thinking of pleasure. yaz, thinking of pleasure (pleasure)

never thought life was
a full-blown trainwreck
time to bet,on that
but with no thoughts

showing, moaning, growing (hahaha)
thrown in the wasteland toward the future
emptiness full of pleasure
except with treason
no conclusion

to the elusiveness
no fear included

pleasure, the future, hope, and the plans
are just forever temporary
not permanently
but this rap is mandatory
so fill that inducement
with gasps of innocence