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39 Intro letra


A spaceship lands on Mars
Halfway to the stars, halfway to the stars (halfway to the)
I wanna be where you are
It seems we're worlds apart
It seems we're worlds apart (we're worlds apart)

Once in a while, I'll feel myself
Drifting off to somewhere else
Flyin' past Orion's Belt
Still, there's something I can't help

We were in a world before (I know we was– I know we was together in another life)
Together in the bed, I'm sure (it's the only way I can really explain how I feel inside)
As sure as one could ever be (it's like, no matter how bad I wanna go, I–)
That explains your hold on me (I'll find a way to stay)

Back then (it's been like that)
Back then (maybe it'll always be like that)
Back then (I don't know)
Back then
Back then
I'll go to you
I'll go to you
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
To you
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop runnin' around
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop runnin' around
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop runnin' around
Let's stop playin' in the middle
Let's stop–

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Fuck what you heard (fuck what you–)

Never in my life did I think I'd see the day (the day)
Where niggas wanna play with my name, but okay
I'm goin' back in (who's goin' back in?)
I'm goin' back in (who's goin' back in?)
Let me go back in (let him go back in)
I'ma go back in (he's goin' back in, I'ma go in)

Let me go in, let me go in
Let me go in, let me go in (boom-boom)
Let me go in, let me go in
Let me go in, let me go in (boom-boom)
Let me go in, let me go in
Let me go in, let me go in (boom-boom)
When niggas act like they don't know, you gotta show 'em (you gotta)

I'm pleased to report after many attempts I climbed out from the mountain of the gritty abyss
The antonym of idiot, who witty as this?
My mindframe has been trained with NVIDIA chips
My rhymes are like shrines for the city I miss
Rememberin' times I found beauty in the hideousness
My tongue can set fire to Sun
Inspired a young, I put a hickey on the titty of the prettiest bitch
I'm number one, you gettin' the jist?
Anything lower, you better reconsider your list
Play my song when I'm gone, I'ma still be a myth
Even God gon' wan' know how to fuck did he exist
I mean, could he have just slipped through the cracks and let a nigga into Heaven?
So I went through the back
And when I entered, I saw a old friend of our dad
He said: Please, nigga, kick one of the infinite raps
Okay, I flip on tracks long as the beat is on fire
My grip on rap stronger than even those pliers
So, kick on back and enjoy the fresh sound
The best round of Black gettin' rich off rap
I'm from the town where they zip rock packs
We've never seen a Chevrolet, but a brick, you could flip off that with them
Try to compete, but they just fall flat
Lot of these weak niggas peep while I live off fat
I never trick off racks, I stack what I attract
The money talks to me, and it lack the dialect to reply back as I crack the fire
As light refracts when the half-Black messiah raps
Fayettenam with his strap like Iraq
The Naz' in the trap with the net to hide rats
A man dead 'cause the fans let the wire tap
His dog had his back, so they whacked the chiroprac'
Chemically imbalanced, drippin' style in gallons
I write schemes in my dreams just for the challenge
Woke up in ice-cold sweats 'cause the flows I chose next are like both sets of Bowflex, uh
Hold your breath for the prose I profess
Cold and gold-fresh like juice that's cold-pressed
No rest to those who oppose, I don't stress
Rap niggas gotta be in Vogue, the pole's dressed, uh
They don't compare, they're more like cold texts
I'm droppin' niggas off at the door like coat checks
Cold check, I told you they ain't ready to hoop
Them niggas regular, I'm ninety-three and letter to truth
Out of the boof, now I'm lookin for my lil bitty boo, cute
Pardon me, shawty, I been out of the loop
Too many lives to refute, but I gotta rebuke
They tryna put my neck inside of a noose, it's not happenin'

(Boom-boom)
(Boom-boom)
Never in my life did I think I'd see the day
Where niggas wanna play with my name, but okay
The children that survive the lows and highs, their will will never die, we multiply
The history you're told is mostly lies
You say you want the truth? Well, close your eyes

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