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chris crack - joy more important than success lyrics

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[verse 1: chris crack]
yeah b-tch! you know where i had her at! cutta what up?
some things you can only see with your eyes closed
i never let them bygones be bygones, they know what it did
i’m all game, they just underbid, i’m just doing this for my kids
and i lot of these hoes too, sixth grade had a gold tooth
i’m so old school and i know my lid, i ain’t the one to mix
they lock us up for a gun or brick having fun with this
i’m off a pill ain’t no coming quick, i’m with something thick
i had a pizza box full of puppies, just wanted loving
i’m on my sixty-eighth customer it was busting
cause my brand nice, pulled up on some b-tches, they from van nuys
you d-mn right, ain’t no cuffing, that’s no discussion
and i’m still scarred, i ain’t popping pills hard, just steel bars
and t-tanium structures, gold frame, somebody get me on the phone with dame
or jing-a-ling james, i’m sorry for all the names that i’m dropping
f-ck your politics in chicago, now that i’m popping they wanna holler
man, i’m hoping my name tasting like sh-t when you swallow or
put your lips on my bottle, and the love these n-gg-s showing is hollow
hah, huh, just to get follows, already peeked the jig
you tried to pull it when i saw the cig, on my hip is where the heater live
face the truth or get deeper in, don’t cheat the biz
a thousand-eight what a kilo is, doc martens just emo timbs
you could see the fear

[chorus: chris crack]
you know what it is
you know what it is

[verse 2: mfn mello]
in additions to the noise you know the difference be the joy
they tried bury, peep the ploy, i’m plotting on the floyd
make a hater null and void, all cases i’ll avoid
bad boy, detroit, like isaiah out west be my layer
such a player with that himalaya flare go
whoo on a b-tch, too true to the script
heath ledger, me pledge allegiance to some a1’s
i’m a true lunatic, hey, dirty all we got
and i shook it like the scene and made it pop
slow mo better than not moving, not choosing
like i never gave a f-ck, extra virgin olive oil
on that bird that drip a must, chef forever cooking up
please book ‘em up, hit your bill with all this hot sh-t
in the frenzy how did god sip all of logic
first send deposits, i can bank on that
f-ck they even thinking, truly out of pocket
like a handkerchief, old heat like bangladesh

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