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feet on the ground - blu & damu the fudgemunk lyrics

[verse 1]
uh, it was cold how they did it
but it just warming up
no more covering up, not a storm as us
elon musk is just a long arm of the just
fun crushing all law unjusts
i adjust the bar on your stereo tie your system up
twist the [?], twist stereotypes
f-ck the system up, twist the [?]
f-ck a n-gg- up, all [?]
f-ck outta my face ‘fore i get the pump
i’m trying to get a pump ‘fore i listen to lil’ pump
lil’ punks got hip hop feeling a lil punk
but it’s cool, i bang that sh-t too
that sh-t make em rap to get boost
on the west coast shout (to everybody)
on the east coast..
redefinition had a n-gg- with a cheese toast
three dope sixteens every beat
and my feet is right back in the street
gun smoke!

[verse 2]
uh, and it was wrong how the song went
and just hits, i needed help
reaching out into heaven
with my feet in h-ll, oh well
how deep did you go before the water flows
b l u, i make the water global
call me local and i say i’m international
but call me local and a n-gg- might snap on you
big b l, they got a bad rap on you
bare back, back to the pen pad and paying dues
’cause ain’t a new trap song under the sun
still, i still feel trapped amongst everyone
every gun i ever had, i lost and never bust it
ten years past and now the pen is ever rusting
always been trusted, till one day i lost it
easy to crucify somebody if the cross fit
all this talk to get me six feet deep
but my feet are still up on the street
gun smoke!

[verse 3]
n-gg- got the [?]
even when i was out of it
i do get clouded from the spliff hanging outta my lips
count the bliss, call it a blessing and keep pressing
even i don’t wanna be free but keep dressing [?]
keep perfecting your role, keep [?]
spit blessing and flows to touch the rest of the globe
manifest to be whole, a man professing his soul
[?], i’ts the same old song, y’all
we talking about practice, and you’re an actress, dawg
we talking about practice, to be a master
the master never out-shines the sun
and dues get reined on by everyone
in the happiest tons, and the lizard was gone
most can’t believe that we still living this long
i gotta write a new song to a beat this week
to put my feet right back on the street
gun smoke!

- blu damu the fudgemunk lyrics

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