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Peach Slayer (Explicit)歌词完整版
Peach Slayer
It’s been a couple a years since ya’ brotha was here
ya’ know I went from wonderful to tasting hundreds of tears
I used to act like I had nothing to fear
the wheelwork of the universe busted my gear
it taught me real quick that nothing was promised
February 2020 thought nothing could stop us
Love from the city it was something so amazing
Bout time dog I was running outta’ patience
The scene overseas, Val got it locked
Til a virus came and had the whole planet on lock
I was hitting the bottle, nothing else mattered
caught lightning in a bottle but I’m watching it shatter
Told myself let it go, it could be worse
Some lost jobs, some were overworked
Many had to bury loved ones in the dirt
And the one that I love, uh, I left her hurt
What brought us close tore my family apart
Now my heart bears the guilt and the nastiest scars
like an alcoholic though it’s back the bars
You can only play ya’ hand ain’t no tracking the cards
you never can tell which way it could go
It’s all good though, real ones would know
(Uh) I read the theories of Tesla
As I Pour a shot from this liter of breskva
Translation, Brandy of the peach flavor
She a baddie callin Me the peach slayer
Let the cosmos Determine my destiny
What I can’t control I’m just learning to let it be
Boss shit, linked up with Stretch Money
Made a Junior mafia we had to get money
Shade45 dog had to kill ‘em
El Club was historic yo we packin out the building
Street cats n backpackers got hands up to the ceiling
Imagine what we seeing it was magic in that feeling
it’s established that the champs stretch n valid for the season
Peep the universe n see the plan that it was bringing it said
you… the Serbian brotha man
Track record clean, never turned on another man
Always kept ya’ word nothing worse than a sucka’ and
you said one day you’d return to the mother land
you never can tell which way it could go
It’s all good though, real ones would know
(Uh) I read the theories of Tesla
As I Pour a shot from this liter of breskva
Translation, Brandy of the peach flavor
She a baddie calling Me the peach slayer
Let the cosmos Determine my destiny
What I can’t control I’m just learning to let it be
The Detroit Serbian I’m learning the recipe
grind through your thoughts, first is to get ‘em clean
Then add water ferment, let ‘em breath
Then add the fire distill, n let em’ leak
yeah
uh
let em’ leak
let em’ drip
Me… the Serbian brotha man
Track record clean, never turned on another man
Always kept ya’ word nothing worse than a sucka’ and
you said one day you’d return to the mother land
yeah
