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pnk-trip freestyle - scott blue lyrics

where were you when i came through? (huh? )
breaking down without a break through, (huh?)
you can break down what i broke through, (nah! )
can’t go round what i go through, (no!)
step in my shoes
or sip my juice
trip on both and you surely lose
live or die like pick and choose
what would you pick if i let you choose? (huh)
i came…i came a long way from the cl-ssroom, (ugh)
yeah the back of a cl-ssroom,(yeah)
popping pills till i p-ss out, (popping×2)
p-ssing through what i did in the cl-ssroom
waking up in the cl-ssroom
and getting drunk in the bathroom
rolling up my last two
puffing up what i p-ssed through, (smoke)
pourin up cups till my gl-ss full
growing up you know that’s true, (yeah)
going numb just to p-ss you
i took big steps hoping to fill my dad shoes
now the swagger in my step could fill any man’s boots, (go)
i break sole and go down any lands roots, (go)
i climb steps and spread out any plants fruits, (go)
i plant seeds and burn leaves to hang loose, (go)
i hug trees, i just breathe, i can’t lose, (go )
i raise pens and write sins the man knew
i wrote this while p-ssing through kamloops, (whaaaat!?)
nah, i thought if this while p-ssing through kamloops, (oh)
and that’s the d-mn truth, (ye)
i keep coming back like bad loops,(d-mn!)
come see how the man hoops, (voosh)
quick like d-mn swoosh
and aly-oop, (woop,woop,woop)
over the booth
the pen gets ink under my skin like tattoos, (like tattoos)
i k!ll beats and they say murder is a taboo, (taboo)
so they label me as a bad dude, (bad dude)
antisocial sad dude, (sad dude)
just a tad rude,(tad rude)
young black dude
spark lighting up the woods
hot and d-mn good
like broads raising man hood, (yeah)
i raise bars like a man should
(like man should )
i don’t follow drama in a man’s hood, (nah, no drama)
like peter pan i k!ll a d-mn hook, (k!ll it)
h-ll’s kitchen yeah the man cooks, (chaffing beats)
rock vans off the wall in the stu
pinks mixing up with the blues
colours mixing up in my soup
either drop the ball or i shoot
[i’m]high hoping for the hoops
off topic nothing new
steady dreaming of a coup
drop top in a coupe
off the dome where’s the roof?
racing dreams high pursuit
like k!lla cam how i shoot
i’m the man here’s the proof
back in highschool
the boy eric said my rap’s cool
and he a visionary with shoots
and i’m a missionary in the stu
i rap, write, and master, all the heat that i produce
i put my demons in my rap books
and their my best side so picture how my other half looks

- scott blue lyrics

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