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don't read into it - clay cockrell lyrics

[verse 1]
abstract spitter, fitting non-sequiturs together
never a quitter, in all ways, i’m always a winner
thinner than the thinnest slim-thickest b-tch you’ll ever meet
rent-a-b-tch and some head, keep me as busy as ron jeremy
gathering hat-tricks on fifa
so fema could get some fat t-ts
meditation as is, cl-ss is where your -ss sits
could we all look past this?
p-ss the blunt and talk about this?
and once we reach agreement, stop being so god d-mn p-ssive?
make m-ssive recontributions back to society
y’all love to talk retribution, but seem to fade along side of the—
—will to actually do it, will to be an altruist
effective, that is, cl-sses amongst this non-sense

[verse 2]
economy’s all rocky, none of y’all could ever stop me
i’m the best in every aspect of the concept
except being able to bench-press all this stress off me
i stress so often about these weight losses that it may be the cause of them
most honest thing i’ve ever said—
—over a beat, run that repeat
no hidden message, just one that should sink
into your skin, enter my den, i’m full of sin, but we all in one boat
listen again, don’t you repent, letter is sent, existence a hoax
this is all just a frame created for an episode of the rugrats
somehow people are optimistic, don’t you just love that?
f-ck, uncle tony! he still ain’t give me my nose back
i’ma pull up on him with my gang, all of our guns out
’cause the suns out ’cause the dumb clouds let the beast come out
ain’t no leash holding me from ripping these rapper’s heads clean
i mean, my soul be too far gone for repenting
but what’s one death on the back of a lack of, respect for mortality?
i’ll live forever

[verse 3]
ya’ll pulled me out the trenches and put me on the offensive
be putting my two cents in and drenching the compet-tion—
—with the syllables i spit, trill with a twist of illness
p-ssy be the weakness, be weekends up with my mistress
i’m too rich to risk getting hitched with a b-tch
bought a couple hundred blunts and a brick just for the kicks
sniffing top shelf, if it’s laced don’t give a sh-t
’cause the licking better when i’m tripping
got me feeling i’ma live forever

[chorus/outro]
i’ma live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever

i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever
i’ma live forever

oh my f-cking god
i’ma live forever
oh my f-cking god
i’ma live forever

oh my f-cking god
i’m a f-cking god
oh my f-cking god
i’m a f-cking god
oh my f-cking god
i’m a f-cking god
oh my f-cking god
i’m a f-cking god

oh my f-cking god
i’m a f-cking god
i’ma live forever
i’ma f-cking live forever

- clay cockrell lyrics

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