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fIT chECK fREEsTYle (feat. Jean Dawson)

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE

Letra

    I dropped acid by the train tracks, listenin' to Aphex
    I bought a brand new tape deck skippin' on the playlists
    My girlfriends always worried, I'm living in a hurry
    I could see the day end my vision’s always blurry

    Homie got two tear drops, I ain't never seen him cry, but I bet he'll ride for him
    Lil' homie stole a drop top coupe, get a seal with a will but I bet he'll fry some
    Five summers, four bitches, three countin', two million, no ceilin'
    Hold up (On the dead homies, run that shit back, nigga)
    Homie got two tear drops, I ain't never seen him cry, but I bet he'll ride for him
    Lil' homie stole a drop top coupe, get a seal with a will but I bet he'll fry some
    Five summers, four bitches, three countin', two million

    Dirty dreads, dirty vans, two hundred bands sittin' all in my brother's bag
    All red Testarossa, lick the frog, David Bowie my only friend
    Blacked out, maxed out, chain smoke something like hundred reds
    I'm good, no great, moonwalking on problems I'll never have

    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy

    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)
    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)
    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)
    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)

    Open my eyes falling apart, finding my legs
    I'm out the hole nothing I know
    Kicking the sun like it's FIFA, moonwalk in Ibiza
    I'm off the pillow, a dreamer, running up the hill screaming
    How many times I tell y'all I ain't tripping on shit?
    I ain't holding my tongue I ain't faking no funk
    That's a heavy ass gun (Bow, bow, bow)
    Now yo' ass laying in the sun

    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
    It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy

    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)
    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)
    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)
    Trip on this, trip on this, I trip on this
    (It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy)

    Composição: Jean Dawson / Austin Corona. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.

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