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contact high - lunar c lyrics

[verse 1: lunar c]
fat lass in my kitchen cleaning my rifle
i’m naked on acid reading the bible
these b*tches want my name, they can compete for the title
i always come second like i got beat in the final
they hate me ‘cos i never practice but still win
take the l, it’s just character building
they won’t learn, they’re backwards
ol’ dirty b*st*rd
jump on stage and sn*tch the mic, wu tang’s for the children
and i don’t find you rappers frightening
i’m basking in the beef like it’s tiger king
walk in your auntie’s house and kick my shoes off
and start calling you my nephew like i’m snoop
got my d*ck sucked while doing a guitar solo on the roof
this is the total honest truth
used to sleep on a pile of sheets in a local prostitute’s cubby hole
you ain’t never struggled, you’re a p*ssy hole
[hook: lunar c]
so much smoke could call your phone, give you a contact high
i just thought i’d get in contact, hi
wearing my crip flag, throwing up the wrong gang sign
i am not that guy, it’s a god d*mn lie
leave me alone, i never needed any praise
i don’t even like flowers, you can leave ’em on my grave
please be on your way
every day i make the same mistakes
take your plate while you’ve got your eyes closed, saying grace

[verse 2: salar]
magnificently poised in the velvet chesterfield
i chose rap but could excel in any field
with a natural glow and effervescent feel
name dropped and thanked every time happy families bless their meal
bring me your champion, let’s test his zeal
his weapon’s steel, yes, but that’s a leather shield
plus salartacus will never yield
and shall witness every member of your legion’s knee bend and kneel
man, take the l, you know (mandate?) clan’s fake as h*ll
they won’t be getting no ins, and no handshakes as well
wishful fakers need to take time
they can’t fake shine, they can’t fake mine
you’re just another talking face
we heard it all before it reached the grapevine
in the kerfuffle sometimes no reb*ttal is the most subtle
‘cos you’re only good for catching fish with them bait lines
[hook: lunar c]
so much smoke could call your phone, give you a contact high
i just thought i’d get in contact, hi
wearing my crip flag, throwing up the wrong gang sign
i am not that guy, it’s a god d*mn lie
leave me alone, i never needed any praise
i don’t even like flowers, you can leave ’em on my grave
please be on your way
every day i make the same mistakes
take your plate while you’ve got your eyes closed, saying grace

[verse 3: lee scott]
i treat you family meal like a light midnight snack
then rub me tummy burping and guzzle bourbon
i told you how it is and now i want my insight back
son i put the work in, you struggle searching for a quick life hack
you need more than a penny for your thoughts
‘cos you can’t afford to think like that
it’s not a game but i still might slap
the joker card on your grid like snap
king of the pack, bigger than shaq
i don’t know what i’ve got but it’s the thing that you lack
the only sh*t i give you is flack
mate it’s absurd
if you see me tipping me hat i’m just tryna hide me face from your bird
word
praises are cool but your hate is preferred
i’m the master of my field, you graze with the herd
the truth will set you free
you can’t compare me to no one but you can compare them to me
[hook: lunar c]
so much smoke could call your phone, give you a contact high
i just thought i’d get in contact, hi
wearing my crip flag, throwing up the wrong gang sign
i am not that guy, it’s a god d*mn lie
leave me alone, i never needed any praise
i don’t even like flowers, you can leave ’em on my grave
please be on your way
every day i make the same mistakes
take your plate while you’ve got your eyes closed, saying grace

- lunar c lyrics

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