Corrección Letra Skippin' Trauma par Dopesmoothies

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Holding u closer than I've ever seen
Showing emotion is no trend to me
Roller-coasting thru peaks & valleys
Overdosing like dopes a potion, might…
Spell you out on myyyy arm
Blow you up you myyy bomb
Sober up the nights done
Knew you was an icon…

Racing beside you
My eyes in these streets
Chasing a space where you're timeless with me
Bonding on trauma is carnage indeed
Opera sung karma, the violence increase
Sonics re-piece pieces – you & me
Smiles wreak envy
… keep silencing me
No regrets with me

Skippin' thru trauma
I'm a living proof
Comma, comma …
Dippin' thru…
It Was Written
Gave You Power
If I Ruled the World
I'd do it like my favorite girl on earth
If my words slur that's her
I know you came for all the perks
I be in the rain singing – open shirt
Can You Stand the Rain?
Oh you know that verse?
"Sunny days…" that's ok, but…
When it rain, got the same trust?
Dope came, no brain-trust
No man, no man's up
Never afraid
Bigger the stage ..
Bigger the wave
Living afraid
Dat ain't da way

I got waze
Have you out here in a daze
Turn on Sade, Smooth Operate
I got mysterious ways…
Jah Nay not Zah Nay
Keep Playing That Song
What you on ya phone?
She say: dopeSMOOTHIES.com
That's right, you the bomb!
That's why I'm on ya arm
See the writing by my palm?
I be tryna keep calm…
NBA JAM slams (IS IT THE SHOES?!)
Net smokin' like, damn man (HE'S ON FIRE!)
Dope Flames like Bam-Bam
Cocaine stole my dad man
No shame, that's a mad man
No pain for the bad man
f*ck fame, it makes sad men
Must dream til you have then
Give it all to who hasn't
Black woman made me
Black woman ain't crazy
Black woman who you pray to so
Think about that when you hateful though

Wonder what it really takes?
You feel the bass
Feel it all over your face
Once you're that, you can't erase
Once you dap can't be talkin' bad away from my face
Get the f*ck outta my space
Energy must be replaced
Thinkin' I must need a Wraith
Maybach with the drapes
(Material waste…)
Hard way only way
Lone wolf, don't get ate
I think I'll be late
Broadway Joe guarantee
Whoopin' dat ass on Sunday
ERIC B & RAKIM on the runway
Ambience poppin' on a Monday
Ambulance pullin' up
Head on in the front
I'm a dummy – I ain't giving up
Roller-coasting til I'm spittin' up
Poppin up like look at us
Light it up, give a flying-flying f*ck
Spice it up when you type it up, told her…
I'm coming for crowns
Takedown after takedown and the flow is renowned
When I sing to you like I mean it
Do it mean to you that I mean it
Unbelievable what I'm seeing
What the rest of you wasn't seeing
I'm a vessel for resurrecting your dreams as you first dreamed them
But all this trauma skippin' got me trippin', I'm all over..
I can't call it, but I need you over
I think I need do overs, maybe you too?

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