Correction Paroles Blunt’d par UHMEER

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Yeah
Roll it up
Roll it up

Hip to a bunny rabbit
Rap is a gift, but I had it asking
Man, I might move in a better fashion
For the hoes that they use
And [?] grabbing
Hit of the blunt
Lips say whatever matters
Hold in the tongue
Fiction to apparatus to live life
Hold ya pose
And hold nobody
Coke is Nova Scotia
Frozen in my eyes
Radio enough
Radio annihilate
Then late at night
When I would play World of Nirvana
Entire platonic playlists I played it
Living with [?]
Tristian laid on the couch into shadow
Out the door that’s gated
I needed to sip on something n**** faded
I needed to feel the feeling concentrated
Uh
Money bags, b*t*hes
Black [?] in vogue
Billy now is trippin [?]
Smell the weed inside his cornrows
This is the politics of being born
Beautiful course, believe gon’ be drawn
But why is the beauty mark that’s on ya arm
Different than beauty mark that’s all along my skin?
Get into it I’m in all the sin
My nature native took in all the sin
New religion, all them laughed hard
But I found forgiveness gripping hard the pen
I’ma pray I pray
I’ma pray I pay
No mind to these hoes
That think they know
While I roll a backwood
With me and my God

I remember hiding hide the tenant
With the weed like “Roll it up, roll it up”
rolling ever every winter tryna get it right
Hop out the coupe, leave out the booth
f**k ya diamonds, golden noose
I never ever said I’d knit a sweater for you
Winter s’posed to be cold
And no ya neck ain’t enough
Ok I never ever let 'em buy the neck when we run
Cost 'o life is a tree
I roll it better when blunt’d

Nights like this don’t ignite my spliff
Penny loafers sharp as the knife they stick
Smoking is a little ol’ potion mixed with life’s intent
The most undependable b*t*h I know is life
I lost Myron, I lost Carlo, I lost Grace
They shot T and found Kelly without a f**kin' face
I’m hunched over hoping my shoulder is not a common place
For bullet holes and holy water
Honey berry, have to wait
Out this b*t*h, yeah I’m outta this bih
f**k ‘round with a few ounces then
My nephew grown and I got a ol’ girl
Who keep a couple pounds in the couch and sh*t
Momma don’t call and my home is a fluke
Kira woulda laughed at the word
Like "N**** what the f**k is a fluke?"
But sh*t, bout to look at this sh*t
I’m running as quickly as you
All of these lies from people I knew
Devil inside, won’t get to my side
I look in his eyes and tell him the truth
Go analyze, I don’t know no lies
We growing and glowing, I look like [?]
Euphoric I'm feeling greater til the morning
You pour it appealin' with it
Fill it up with a quarter of what you had inside your pocket
I know that way

I remember
Hiding, hide the tenant
With the weed tucked
Hoping this was not the last sentence
For me speaking up
No forgetting what some people did
My body leaking trust and my potential
I could be yours
Ok I never ever said I’ll knit a sweater for ya
Winter up in this b*t*h to keep yo melanin up
Price is probably a grip
And that drip can never be bluff
Well, I keep mine in rotation
To ease my mind of this stuff

'Cause it ain't easy to balance
When the world keep spinnin'
On my knees in yo palace
Begging you to be civil
So I smoke Mary Jane
Keep my nine on the pillow
So I smoke Mary Jane
Keep my mind in the middle
It ain't easy to balance
When ya world keep spinnin'
On my knees in yo palace
Begging you to be civil
So I smoke Mary Jane
Keep my nine on the pillow
So I smoke Mary Jane
Keep the ganja within ‘em

I never ever said I’d knit a sweater for you
Winter s’posed to be cold
And no ya neck ain’t enough
Ok I never ever let 'em buy the neck when we run
Cost 'o life is a tree
I roll it better when blunt’d

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