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my head hurts (remix) - greg-p., strxwberrymilk lyrics

taking a moment to catch my breath…huh, man i’m a wreck. hand me the drink to lose the stress…ayy now i feel blessed. bring that thang all over my way. woah bust down, just like blueface. whoops came in, can’t stop now wait. i been on the road all god d*mn day

bust it down; renting a benz in florida. funny the reason, the scene i’m bored of ya. took the east & we boarded up. had to make choices, like e*40 yuh. that’s just growing up, i ain’t disowning ya. grabbing the bag is only brief. but to bite the dust without completion, that will bring me grief. vitamin c in my system now it’s vital that she get the d. why are you playing the victim? sobbing like she was your rod

lol, don’t kiss and tell but i might tell you cause you jealous. than again that just my ego, so i might just keep hidden. hide away my bad side. how the evil had passtime, all the sh*t in my past life, might need to get baptized. it’s a new time, it’s a new day. yo drop the act, you move fake, you look tough, but don’t move weight. your flow whack and your jewels fake

you ain’t wu tang, get your squad buried. on the beat with strawberry. stay whooping? you talk wary. i can tell that your all scary

banging out these songs all year, getting awed at by peers, tell em that i’m normal but i pull up and they stop and stare. cause i got it rocking here. got the homie rohn in here, no he not no taliban but he got the rocket here. hanging with the ballers here. cause we getting all the prayers. someone tell these labels i’m the hottest rapper of the year

focus on making content for all the songs i make. can’t stay content gotta push forward for all the l’s i took. you f*ck around, with the f*ck arounds, youll f*ck around and get poked. i push peace, but chuckle up when these weird n*ggas get shook (x2)

cocoa b*tter all on my skin, now i’m clean asf. going back and forth with you lames, that tedious. 10,000 on the track fuze i’m conceited yuhhh. closing on that 100k stub on my vydia

deal with a boss when i walk up inside, arm & hammer toothpaste better talk to me right. i haste, no complaint, on pace for the bliss, cause glitz and the glamour, come in due time. been through, all the grooves, i win, i lose, then muse to myself, will it all pay off? got a muse in the stu, throw a cig, to the booth, i spark, inhale to collect my thoughts

cause sauce money making vlogs, ud taking off, samad got a deal making songs for a greater cause. ethan ross got phonk, 404 now dissolved. me i just wanna be complete following my heart

boy i can tell you not ult. making money off fast food, schooly d. but with dnb, i can eat these beats, picking out piano keys out my t**th

got the holy spirit through my pov. chatting up with kuro & god. and jack and mez and kurt and smokebomb. how many more d*mn flows could i go on. i dont really know but f*ck ima go on. hit em with a burst rush just like gohan. hands down, i’m on go b*tch. don’t know, now you know b*tch

greg p (x4), dont you dare forget that sh*t. oh beware you get wrecked this b*tch. how dare you neglect my sh*t. oh they said they made greg and sh*t? well go ahead, re*invent that b*tch. go ahead, i’m interest and sh*t. oh you can’t? why you flexinig b*tch
all cap i guess but sh*t. tell the truth i’m next up kid. nails done hit the bank real quick. 10 racks i can bet that sh*t. like do you understand all the tears i shed, trynna think of way so i could be my best. when the mic turns on and your hands got sweat. and your heart start beating through out your chest

and your scared to attempt for chance of success. the stress, frustration, feeds on your flesh. the time spent to perfect your sk!ll set all build up to this moment sh*t

my heart came out when i wrote this sh*t. them lights, that stages i planned this sh*t. visualize every night by the bed i sit. what i wrote on a pad manifest this sh*t; i can feel my ancestors hand on my back pushing reminding me to get that sh*t. i dread all the times i saw my ideas as a waste, disqualifying me and my hits. but times flies, i accept my kinks, manipulate it to a highest tip. like i said before i sped up quick its greg*p. and im next up b*tch

ayyy, yuhhh, they ain’t want to f*ck with us. thought that we were lames, now there wife want to f*ck with us. we ain’t had much but the only thing we had was, a dollar & a dream, look at what we started bruh yuhhh

- greg p strxwberrymilk lyrics

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