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shadows - jc hipster lyrics

[verse 1:]

trip down let them other b*tches think how
look at me but you come at me and tip out
all the feelings that i have left
even if i tried to get it on there you have it
shame ain’t got no other b*tches on my mind
keep it at the same time
but i hold back in this b*tch like
many people judge me, don’t do it carefully
always hate on jc, if that’s how it’s meant to be
they always hate on my flows, but they ain’t got enough soul
i keep it up with no hope, i lay it all to my bros
i get that all of these hoes, are making much of a joke
of mе and that’s for sure, don’t let it trip on your toes
i’d rathеr hear a mad beat from myself, if i had to take
one more chance from you i won’t even take it well
all this time i’m looking down never up, feeling something closer
to my touch but it kinda feels soft
is it just a shadow another version of me?
only tryna think it off where i get no classy
ain’t no f*cking vision, you don’t even listen
i won’t even risk it, even for a biscuit

[hook:]

all i see is my shadows around me
in the dark where the light surrounds me
dancing all around me i turn up the sound
giving me a place to light up the town

[verse 2:]

smoking the trees i f*ck with the ease, i gang with a pop and a ease
money ain’t cheap i’m running your fees
and money go under the peace
think of it fresh, n0body impressed, n0body would answer my text
all they would talk, money and s*x, got me right under your breath
sh*t i go rounder, top of the best go outter
drop on your router, come to the place i go founder
body arounder, shot to the face all around*er
give me some more sh*t, come to your place on a router
l!ck up the p*ssy and goodie, i like to l!ck up the p*ssy and goodie
she in my hoodie, now she want me, i wanna l!ck up her couchi
shoutout my true gs, outta cha ammo, give me a song i can bang out
all of my ps, running out deez, i ain’t got no pounds
i do anything you want that will make you proud
that’ll try and be a boss that will make it sound
on my left are my bros tryna make it out
will they give me any time just to make it out

i don’t know what time i get but it’s your loss
just to think it how you do it but it’s no fuss
i just wanna know what happens if i go far
maybe reach the level of a rap star

[hook:] (x2)

- jc hipster lyrics

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