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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoPac-Man (feat. Schoolboy Q)
(Alrighty)You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pitYou can boil my hands and tell me I'm not hereI'm a mad Pac-Man, living in a levelled worldEverywhere I go I don't know where I amYou can call me crack, you can call me glad and cyborgYou can load my head and send me into bathing lightEverybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for youEverywhere I go, no stressing out, no stressing outno stressing out, no stressing out, stressing outYou can hide your head, you can throw me in the lime pitYou can boil my days and tell me I'm not blueEverybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for youEverywhere I go, I don't know where I amstressing out, stressing outstressing out, stressing outstressing out, stressing outstressing out, stressing outstressing out, stressing outstressing out, stressing outstressing out, stressing outstressing outUh, how can I trust truth?Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sellI shattered my thoughts to get out my shellUh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck my tail?Ay, can't dream if my ego is broke, nahThe jokes to try to find the answer to nope (Uh)My type of drive, you can't buy this shitYou got a heart but it don't beat like thisI had a spark in my mind went tripCreate the wave so the vibe all mixI'm a mad Pac-Man (Suu)Living in a levelled world...Yo, I've been at the top of the topFell from the ceiling before I fellCuz I needed to grow, Bruce Leeroy with the glowUh, walk on the edge, fuck trying to dream in the bed'Fore I die on these meds, nigga gon die in the feds'Fore I make it to jail, I'll probably put one in the headFuck the judge and the prosecutor for hanging me deadPlus thirty and still movin, I'm closer to live, right?Closer to live, right?All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heightsNormal to fly, now can't be stuck in the rear lightsTake flight the life gone bloom for the Black KnightKeep a piece like Buddas, got the whole hood boomin'I'm like a Crip high student, you on ya ass stuck stupidYou making weed look bad, I'll ride the beat, won't crashI had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stashYou know the cop lights flash, I had to clear my dashI represent my flag, I gave the hood my lastEvery food crumb in it, I had to change my imageThe brain don't got limits, you think a mil' me winningPigs out here skinning, his soul ain't authenticYou died and still ain't living
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