lyrics:

whoa, what the fuck you on?
keep it out my zone
bruh I don’t know where ya got that energy from
but we ain’t really even tryna fuckin’ roll witcha
man - ya caught a fissure, damn
size down it’ll fit ya, yeah
I’m boutta resolve it
crack a bone into fresh new coffin, ya heard
sand down to the dirt
caught me steep in the vision, I only do work
fresh tears got him feelin’ strongly
too damn long and it was spent bein’ lonely
bro some of them bars was hard as hell
thought I had a-, might as well
speak to the mind, but now I really gotta spell it out
ya travelled about, so pass me the ball
and get the fuck on outta here
take the light the I shown you
you never gone beyond
I don’t even know how to talk to you 

please don’t ask me
I don’t have the time for you
I said please don’t ask me
cause I don’t have the time for you

what the fuck you on?
bruh I don’t know where ya got that energy from
I’m boutta resolve it

hibiki chan

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hibiki chan

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