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grace (hoe is life) - masun the mutt lyrics

all i do is complain
complain about store not ever havin my shoe size
about unwanted conversations in uber rides
complain about cash
complain about no one ever really havin my back
complain about ads
and sponsorships that i’ll never
relationships that i’ll never
and confidence that i’ll never have
complain myself dizzy
complain about florida’s stigma we ill in the mind
dont gotta be a hipster to find
pistols with fingerprint lines
that’s resemblin’ mine
these are ignorant times
and all i do is complain
complain like we are not one in the same
complain ’till it’s nothin’ left to complain about
it’s just you and your pool of thought trynna’ fall asleep
complain that you haven’t let me decide who you are to me
complaining’s an art to me
complaining’s the only reason the new me and the old me
so far between
in yo face is a drama queen
in yo face is a mutt
which implies that up in yo face
is a lot of things
and i’m quick to complain
complain complain complain

puta dont excite me no mo
i ain’t built for this
peso dont excite me no mo
got no pill for this
peligro dont excite me no mo
take a spill for this
no i’m not depressed
just let this part of me die

if my style go bankrupt
then i do it with grace
if i live forever
then i do it with grace
if i die this evening
then i do it with grace
i sometimes suffer symptoms of the real

f-ck interracial bruh
mix with it
sleep with the enemy bruh
flirt with it
i won’t judge you bruh
i won’t judge you bruh
mix with it
have some empathy
set yo fetish free
flirt with it

how the f-ck you think i came to be
ancestors abandoned me
white folk wanna’ k!ll my family
black folk wanna’ k!ll my jamboree
is it less like me you plan to be
is it less like us you plan to be
don’t worry i feel it
i feel it i feel it i run it i k!ll it
bump that you the realest
you the homie
with the bidness
you the quarter final winner
i ain’t nothin’
i’m a sinner
i’m the product of a husband never comin
home for dinner
let me ask you
how you livin’
when im a fraction of whatever
you about to be defendin’
motherf-cker
i don’t get it
everyone lookin in the mirror like
i couldn’t be a villain

what is yo gospel
is it the street and the law of defeatin the odds
what is yo gospel
is it the feminine force of an energy born
what is yo gospel
is it nostalgia of days when we all
were the same
what is yo tabloid you b-st-rd
and what type of slander did you allow n-ggas to mediate

oh can you not look in my eyes
resentment lives right next to pride
dont f-ckin’ talk to me about closed legs
oh my sensitivity on max
i’m f-ckin’ just to feel on her past
you used to hold me down with yo complex

dangerous
b-tch this might be dangerous
i be not your type of man
i pull out that ace of spades
my whole att-tude done changed
you hide behind what you claim
i’m not done no i’m not done
you fin’ allow me to explain
i got l-st for what ain’t mine
that means auntie and yo moms
that means european customs
got me f-cked up in the mind
that means run yo sh-t
the funds the whips
the rims that always shine
that means everything cause everything
is bound to leave you blind
is you racist is you h0m-phobic
maybe hate these hoes?
i’m a mutt so there’s a piece of me
that lies in all of those
this ent-tlement for hoes
this a riot for these hoes
talk to me if anybody got a problem
with these hoes

if my style go bankrupt
then i do it with grace
if i live forever
then i do it with grace
if i die this evening
then i do it with grace
i sometimes suffer symptoms of the real

f-ck interracial bruh
mix with it
sleep with the enemy bruh
flirt with it
i won’t judge you bruh
i won’t judge you bruh
mix with it
have some empathy
set yo fetish free
flirt with it

- masun the mutt lyrics

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