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grunging - verbal tech lyrics

intro :

so take me back in time
somewhere back in the 90s
back when life was h-lla good
and sun was always shining
oh i was just a lil kid
and life seemed so easy
i wanted to grow up fast
cos city life was teasy
shiny cars and big stars
whiskey bottles women
nah it ain’t what it is
but i wanted to go and get em

verse 1 :

now i’m hiding in my dungeon
grunging on my punching bag
i even rap like mac
make a beat dunk on that
drinking madness with sadness
ugh that’s ice and whiskey
f-ck a pretty drunk b-tch
call her my monica lewinsky
they gonna hate me till i’m gone
yea but i still got some time
but until that day is coming
i’ll keep writing down my lines
and i know a lot of different people
but all i say is f-ck em
they talk a lot of sh-t on side
but when they see they hug him
feeling like i’m lonely clyde
i just rob banks and act funny
but if you wanna have the power
you gotta stack the money
and i do all the do and don’ts
sit back and clunch my bones
no love so i f-ck with hoes
small circle only trust the bros
and my lifestyle is h-lla odd
everything i got fits in a sack
so imma leave when i wanna
and stay away from cr-p like that

verse 2 :

can i pretend to be perfect
like i’m old mister kennedy?
give you only the best of me
and get shot from my enemies?
never been like picture perfect
but some pictures hurt him
like an old scar from the bast
still remember the burning
visions of junkie trip
in foreign whip next to older b-tch
so i write down all of this
there’s no pride in poker chips
playing hunger games in jungle
acting lion but i’m humble
it’s cold and road is icy
but i’ll get up if i f-cking stumble
will i ever be a legend like kurt
if i ever swallowed a bullet
would thet put me in history books
and stand in silence for a minute
and still i am staying in this
stealing money from this business
i’m drowning in my own problems
whiskey bottles and biches kisses
yeah i don’t even try to fit in
i’m just staying the way i am
i’m leaning my closet from skeletons
pack em in verses and selling em
next gl-ss of the straight tenesse
just to get my f-ckig mind right
and i trip back to my dungeon
after i finish jumping in lamlights

- verbal tech lyrics

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