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mash up cy's world - cy'breaz lyrics

[chorus: anna]
it’s been too long i cannot wait [wait]
can’t hold me back gonna make it on my own some day
i will go into my dreams and fly away [away]
i will go into my dreams and fly away [away]

[verse 1]
i’m looking up at heaven, hoping my n-ggas made it
while i’m tryna get them demons, out of my demonstration
i’m like f-cking right i’m flexing on these pancake -ss n-ggas
these n-ggas must be nuts, i castrate these n-ggas -pause-
then she stuck out her tongue
well since you act like a dog i’mma f-ck you like one
i got this tec in my draws, and i murder for fun
man all these n-ggas the same, it’s like we watching re-runs
and i am salt in the wound, i am soap in ya eye
these b-tches thinkin’ they fly, i tell em’ roaches can fly
even at my low b-tch i’m high, i’m tryna stay focused i’m fine
but if i crack one of these n-ggas like a glow stick he shine
but it’s truckfit: skate or die, them b-tches wasting my time
and when they ask me where i’m from i say the great state of mind
ok that loud got me stanky, that lean got me cranky
they tell me think it over over and i end up over-thinking, agh!

[verse 2]
uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields
the ashes fall, the wine spills
the world stops, drops and rolls
it’s judgment day or a fire drill
yea, i pour out my heart, have a drink
they say the drunk never lie, they ain’t never lyin yea
my country tis of thee
sweet land of k!ll em all and let em die
god bless amerika
this ole’ godless amerika
i heard tomorrow ain’t promised today
the end of time is like a hour away
d-mn, military minded, lost and can’t find it
the stars on the flag are never shining
uh, i saw a b-tterfly in h-ll today
will i die or go to jail today?

[verse 3]
girls that don’t do girls
that’s that sh-t i don’t like
d-ck in the mouth
b-tch eatin’ her out
that’s that sh-t my girl like
i’m layin’ back with my feet up, bad b-tch: d cups
all i had was one mile and she took half: prenup
i just l!cked my thumb and thumbed through that p-ssy like a catalog
all my n-ggas wanna f-ck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
yeah that’s right, real sh-t
murderer i k!ll k!ll
cash money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
i’m way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
my machine gun go “brrrrr” like i got that b-tch on vibrate
n-ggas think they hot, i cut off the hand they fan with
call me dmx, cause i keep me a bad b-tch
t called some of them hoes up, marley g roll up
i’m gettin’ bread like cold cuts, she suck d-ck till her nose run, yeah

a rich n-gga that that sh-t they don’t like
all you n-ggas p-ssies, naw none of yo p-ssy’s tight

[outro instrumental]

- cybreaz lyrics

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