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  • Текст песни G.L.A.M. - The Blast

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    A bunch of little mini me’s inside my brain

    Are telling me melody propelling to f*** up the game

    And f*** the fame assuming the position

    Karma sutra looses tension

    Missionary ordinary it may vary my condition

    Shampoof to you perm niggas, I’m tryna earn figures

    Them dollars burning in ya pocket when ya learn its a

    B****, grabbin on ya creyotch

    And if you so superior then why you want what we got?

    I’ma need the n***** in the back to chill it out

    And I’ma need you to stop sayin you the realest out

    And why you keep Ono sayin how you make it f***** rain

    while theres people who continue to live without

    Tell me can you have a full day sober

    If not can I wake you when its over

    And if you just playin get the f*** out the way so I can f*** it up like I’m supposed to

    I don’t know cause



    Schemin on a knot

    Break-in down a swisher

    Look here come the cops

    Tryna kill a n****

    They be like sorry we can’t leave your kind a lone

    If you kill your own, really who are we to be the sinners



    I ain’t got time

    Got a lot to do before I leave

    Its the truest when I breathe please

    You ain’t got lines

    You say that you be about this music you don’t ooze that s*** to me



    Member when we used to say “Kweli”

    That s*** had me feel like I’m the best

    Don’t got too much of that left

    Now everybody yelling “try me”

    Ironically we usin all our breath to perpetuate death

    Feel like all of y’all forgot your ID

    You only bring it for some occasions you don’t want nobody

    Knowing who you are while you popping Molly



    Do you to get in the zone

    I’ll just pop this melatonin

    Who keep sayin I ain’t Oakland?



    I could give a f*** my daddy outside of a liquor

    Somewhere on holly

    And he ain’t been right since I was born wish he could see me perform

    For a while its been me and mommy

    Know that I don’t do this for no trends

    I just do this s*** for them

    While I spit these hymns that be funkier then chitterlings

    Ain’t no blurred lines in my vision go and get a better lens

    Glam will have you open off one listen no d*** automatic that I c** different

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