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blessings

 

blessings

(álbum: now, more than ever - 2020)


Ha ha ha
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit

[Erick The Architect:]
Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
Cherish today, now it's too late for us to kick it
When Heaven sent me this angel
There's nothing I cannot handle
Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
Cherish today, now it's too late for us to kick it
When Heaven sent me this angel
There's nothing I cannot handle

[Zombie Juice:]
Uh
A touch of grey, ooh, blessings disguised as lessons
The ripple effect, Zombie the vessel, it says
Slept on, these words are my weapons
Slept on like, bro, pop a Xanny
Slept on the floor to a milli'
Seen niggas snitch, seen 'em die
The game's fixed, so I gotta stay ahead of it
Said I lived it, embedded it
Shine like my skin, the melanin
Feel like I've been here before
But I can't put my hands on it
Fingertips in the resin
And feel my thoughts, hope it resonates

[Erick The Architect:]
Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
Cherish today, now it's too late for us to kick it
When Heaven sent me this angel
There's nothing I cannot handle

The streets told me, "If you hold the grip, make it look flashy" (Brrr)
It's peace, homie, only flip the script if you get antsy
And she told me, "Boy, you raised them stakes"
Ain't no time for belly aches, ya got some weight up on your plate
I see you on the stone, in the skies, you play our songs
Nestled in our arms, we ain't worried 'bout them loans
I ain't got no allowance, I did that on my own
I'm still trying to cope and life is just way too short
And we just 'hale in the smoke

Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
Cherish today, now it's too late for us to kick it
When Heaven sent me this angel
There's nothing I cannot handle
Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
Cherish today, now it's too late for us to kick it
When Heaven sent me this angel
There's nothing I cannot handle

Too bad, too wicked
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit
Too bad, too wicked
It's lit, it's lit, it's lit, it's lit
Too bad, too wicked
Wicked

feito

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