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western promises - wildcard lyrics

[intro]
starting route out west
yeah. yo, i wanna thank anybody that ever took time out of their life to listen to my music, man. come on

[verse 1]
they say that death is ominous, let me project my dominance
and bless you as a guest who the best of the western promises
my homie was in prison, he was in the hole i visit
and we couldn’t touch the glass like crystal meth’s anonymous
i’ma press my rhyming and set to neglect my common sense
if this affects my sponsorships, i’m going dexter on this b*tch
there’s section’s that i rep, they say “yes”, i select the longest stick
but always seem to come up short like the quest for honest chicks
let me stop myself, they’re not all on some hoe sh*t
it’s usually the caliber of women that you roll with
lots of them have been through h*ll in life and are just broken
plus lots of s*xual trauma that turned us into hoes quick
it’s hard to think about it, isn’t it?
it molded the people that we are from the experience we hold in
we’re ex*drug addicts having s*x and we can’t change
cause my d*ck is always stuck in an attic like anne frank, yo

[chorus]
let’s roll and cruise through my mind
look at all my wins and look at my losses (my losses)
i can say i tried for why i died
can’t n0body tell me sh*t, i can’t stop this (stop this)
let’s roll and cruise through my mind
look at all my wins and look at my losses (my losses)
i can say i tried for why i died
can’t n0body tell me sh*t, i can’t stop this (stop this)
[verse 2]
yah, yah, i go to therapy, affects how i see
a lot of things with my misogyny and ptsd
yo, this is music for the real ones, i know we can change
all this sh*t that’s in our heads so we don’t blow out our brains
yo, when my home*girl’s grave site was etched in stone
i was just crazy and just wanted to be left alone
now i’m sober with a girlfriend and i’m deathly broke
can’t take her nowhere like she got tourette’s syndrome
this post traumatic stress that buries my mind, that’s why i’m strapped
just like multiplication how i just carry this .9
and if you in the dope game with various crimes
you’re set to get busted like how a women’s cherry’s designed
we all go through hard times that effect and finesse our feelings
and blessed with the essence, stealing
i’m pressing the message, realer
and step on the retched squealer’s, investing to bless the healers
me and pops will always bring you the blues like a mexi dealer
come on

- wildcard lyrics

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