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motorbreath - sugs lyrics

[intro]
what about you, you wanna smoke my jay?
no i got sh*t to do too. a lot cooking
what the f*ck, really?
alright, one hit
there we go motherf*cker!

[hook]
breakin’ down the wall, there ain’t much ado about it
tell me then, just gotta keep the lens on
cus’ we never get involved, less a dollar comin out it
i money dance, well known for gettin mental on a rook (dolo*dolo)
what friends? got my jay done sittin’ on the right
finna burn it til the burden of my living’s goodbye
over tempted, drugs, yeah i’m dipping into mine
motorbreath scent stuffеd sittin’ in the air tight
[verse 1]
had to leave my body for a couplе minutes
puttin’ off the hobbies for another fixin’
tell the homies bout’ my show and all i hear is crickets
and they ain’t never tryna kick it; alright okay then
i like to think that i been dancing to a different cadence
been watching all ya favorite rappers thinkin’ that they asian
only explanation, maybe they been schizophrenic
the weed the only reason i still keep an inch of patience
call this one the lil distractor
the distance from the bullsh*t is this pack here
to dip from the type sadness, you light this here
i like to see the lights, what a vice to carry
smokin’ up the fairy dust, so pardon it, i’m prolly bent
forgot the engine kick up when you throttle it, it’s startling
sinning with the medicine, but that’s where all the art is in
i’m awful with the self control, it’s ripping through the cartilage

[hook]
breakin’ down the wall, there ain’t much ado about it
tell me then, just gotta keep the lens on
cus’ we never get involved, less a dollar comin out it
i money dance, well known for gettin mental on a rook (dolo*dolo)
what friends? got my jay done sittin’ on the right
finna burn it til the burden of my living’s goodbye
over tempted, drugs, yeah i’m dipping into mine
motorbreath scent stuffed sittin’ in the air tight
[verse 2]
time travel when i smoke b*tch
packing deaf, kat williams, you a joke b*tch
got the angel on my shoulder said i should record
and got the devil on the other rollin more piff
it’s a gift doe, kissin on the endo
seven year stoge, high hold me like calypso
tell me what you kids know about the world hop
see a prompt inside the lighter and a monster in the thick smoke
i told you jack that i’m goin’ off
im in the bachelor pad with patrick bateman and a bl**dy saw
who you tryna beat? i seen ’em all
i trade dimensions, did i mention you been fired by the f*ckin’ boss
and not to mention, my attention lost
i’m awful sorry that i’m steppin on you silly, but i’m really not
it ain’t a biggie doe i’m dozing off
yeah this a different typa fire, man i’m higher than the f*ckin’ bar

- sugs lyrics

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