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views (remix) - kidddalegend lyrics

[verse 1] (00:11)
i ain’t had to worry bout a lot/
still the same feeling when ya pullin’ out the lot/
you know the sh-t is hot when it starts rumblin’ the pot/
spewin’ vaccines boy, i don’t think you want a shot/
i got the right tools, who needs the fix?/
f-ck the rules, make the news; man, it’s evident/
that this culture has an addiction to materialism/
maiming women and prescription drug conflictions/
people being clouded from real life, fabrication/
always feel what other people feel like, m-st-rbation/
while we dyin’ just tryin’ to find ourselves/
take or pop too many feel-goods, losing ourselves/
well… this is life these days, try to spare you god’s reign/
we live in retrospect and tend to retrograde/
blues clues on my mind, depressin’ and sh-t/
comin’ from a state of mind, are these (views from the 6)/

[verse 2] (01:10)
all and all, life’s great/
feelin’ like cheese within life’s grates/
peelin’ my skin to do it the right way/
too many temptations, no imagination/
k!llin’ off what’s left to cause procrastination/
it ain’t no more stalling when you hear destiny calling/
no relation to playstation, do you hear me when i’m talkin’?/
i go off my noggin like the milwaukee monster/
use ice to preserve limbs and ligaments often/
this is your daily view of the ongoing doctrine/
jesus christ, give me life, could i be anointed?/
if so, then the universe knows of my appointment/
keep that tattoo of the world on me like some ointment/
arm-leg-leg-arm-head, god body in the flesh/
20 years old, talkin’ bout emerald tablets and marrakesh/
egyptian pharaohs, diasporas, and spiritual connects/
connects like colombian plugs, money’s the surge it protects/
or should i say the cia? funded and drafted/
to those low-income neighborhoods on the back end/
ebola’s just another crisis, about a deadly virus/
always about population control, chris said it righteous/
trynna make out that afrika isn’t so holy and pious/
white cops shooting black teens, the grand scheme/
hands up, hands up, but still shots hit him clean/
no justice, no peace, occasionally means no sleep/
no rest until we receive the best of the best/
that means it’s rothschild-esque/
d-mn right, we deserve to be picky/
livin’ in a country for old men/
even though it’s no country for old men/
news and politics bluff, even when their hands’ sticky/
turn up to migos if you want to, blaze up/
just remember there’s no backsies when your day’s up/
thrive and get your cake up/
get your people to wake up – love…

- kidddalegend lyrics

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