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life (chopped & screwed) - retch lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, this the chayce, baby

[verse 1]
life, what the f-ck that
somebody tell me, can i get a f-cking answer please?
get on my hands and knees and pray to some immortal being
that don’t even f-cking exist but that’s what you supposed to
thought i’d acknowledge it, i am quite the opposite
marijuana politics, ain’t with all the godly
piff-piff, i’ve built a tolerance, only smoke the finest sh-t
promise that i’d give you a st-dack if you could find this
po-polo down, designer fit, [?] illuminati sh-t
back and forth, papi sh-t, you won’t get the half of
brit-british egg, ménagin’ chicks, faces while she toppin’ it
see right through her when my d-ck in her esopha-

[interlude]
ha ha, f-ck around with these n-gg-s
listen, ugh, yo

[verse 2]
that um-umbrella over ya head when it’s a rainy
hey-hey, buddy, what ya say? think it’s gonna rain to-
i ain’t, i ain’t puffing haze today, save that for another
prepar-preparing for another winter, this one here another winter
sh-ll toe type of n-gg-, slow text type of
fig-figure, “why write her, n-gg-?” like you if she like you
it’s all, it’s all about perspective, why i’m well respected
most of what’s suggested has never been object-
there i, there i go, using that n-word, never say “never”
that’s insanity, never [?]
all ’bout my cheddar but gotta stay clear of the rats
it’s like ancient europe, how the f-ck i’m ‘posed to that-that?
‘specially when they disguised as your friends
vanilla skies, no roof on the benz, and we cruis-
bad b-tch behind the wheel, making manuev-
ba-baby girl a trooper, gate-way drug abus-
cook-cook, f-ck and clean, type of sh-t i could get used
make-make her -ss holler in the morning like a roost-
but i’m, but i’m more rasta, favorite color green
fiend for money and the ganja, everybody singin’
like the motherf-cking opera, take that sh-t to oprah
n-gg-, your r&b days is over, what the f-ck?
bu-bu-burning holes in your f-cking sofa
the bear on my sweater ain’t polar
n-gg-, po-polo, skip on the lo-
this-this here for grown folk
f-ck the rest of the beat, this sh-t slow-mo

[outro]
it’s quiet, h’z

- retch lyrics

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