Atikin - Gone with the wind (SALVADOR SERIES) (Prod. By DYSA; McGee Records) | Текст песни

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• Gone with the wind (SALVADOR SERIES) (Prod. By DYSA; McGee Records)

Ma life is like dirty snow in May
And I'm still melting
I heard the birds singing from the gates
when I fell off from top of the building
Open the window
Smell The future
I'm loving this ugly picture
Watch the people these new humans and I'm ill with "yesterday's syndrome"

I'm Salvador
Paint the dope masterpiece
That u behold
Neither on Interscope
Nah on any label
I do alone...

I got the sense of my life
When ma mental fence got destroyed
I was guided by pride
And distracted by ice in ma mind
It was cold in the street,
I was wearing a shirt
California vans on ma feet
I was sick
without nothing to eat

I got the sense of my life
when kid woken up late at night
Asking what happened, mum ?
Nothing honey - your daddy arrived !
Moving unsteadily, I thought he was drunk in love
Ma guess should be a dunk in a basket
But in fact It was none
he was simply drunk
Chilling with hoes and punks
Willing to cheat on ma mum
4 o'clock stop to fuck and got home

I got the sence of my life
When I caught the sence to free style Check psycho making the aggressive crowd satisfied
Rapping and laughing
The Mcs angrily puffing
I Have a lot of gaps
I possess myself as a tasty muffin
Immediate stop
I ate ma tongue
Eyes are closed
Guys got smiles dropped
That man who was supposed to
Be the leader of a dream team
Of dangerous killers
He was standing between us
Me and crowd
street rap and green Benjamins
I ended up,
Calm down ! I want to live...
Leave me
fuck the beef
Rap is a game isn't it ?
I just kid I never thought about being serious
I neither mean to become
The local rap chief
The greatest drama happened
When I got beretta
in front of stomaque
comic book friend since childhood
Batman help meNobody helped me !
Minute of silence...
I apologized.
Watch your tongue in the streets !

He was the brother of brother who said nothing
When I said something
about his mum sucking...
Strike lucky
Th pistol was empty
But I didin't Mind this
Offended homie,
and I was trying to survive
At this moment

Ma life is like dirty snow in May
And I'm still melting
I heard the birds singing from the gates
when I fell off from top of the building
Open the window
Smell The future
I'm loving this ugly picture
Watch the people these new humans and I'm ill with Yesterday's syndrome

Quick start doesn't always mean successful final
Best friend may be your greatest rival
Dicks smart...
so dozen trophies for them is nah enough
obsessed with ya fall
Try to stab a dagger on ya back
When you look forward

I fed bums while getting to outskirts
Trying to leave the maze of poverty
Found myself stuck in padded walls
Birds fly to the south
and I stand still in four cells
I have straight-jacket on
short trip to paracell
I live life with mouth that never closes
Ma Rifle aims at the haters;
no doubt I will never ever postpone it
Ma jacket is torn in pieces
and prison-like dorm is broken
Ma penus is working either
ma heart is unstoppable
Freedom is In my soul
I got pain in my ankles
I m freak that would never sell his goal
I fought for this anesthetique !
Is it unethical to rap about black culture ?
I'm wax fanatic, greasy cholesterol in your blood vultures !

Did I treat you we'll public ?
Ain't I got it ?
I rock for the peace of the globe misery hidden in six feet deep from the eye balls
And I loose it in the nooks of mind...
Welcome to me show,
I can lend you vouchers

I'm satisfied ...

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