One more Step (šŗ40 nā fortiesš)
š40šŗFortiesšŗ40š 832/1523 @OnePunch It was the sixth of September,(22), What am I sayin???(š¤£š¤£š¤£) It was about yesterday, Did my memory did already Started to play with me, By the way,those pitchers āš¾ RIGHT UP THERE šš¾ Aināt representing Forties, Itās more about the beer, I drank yesterday, and Iām still drinking today, Celebrating the end Of my funny days That damn last decade, Had fun but now It just flew away, Yesterday it was Still slipping Between my fingers, It all Been destroyed In less than 24 hours, Been left away forever, Disappeared,faster Than my first 39 years, And wonāt just never ever Come back,(TO ME) Till then,nothing has changed, Still Black,Still Deranged(š¤£š¤£) Never cared about the age, (WELL A BIT) Until I got past the age, That for me startin lookin old, Over is the young age, Over is the middle one, Almost made it to gold What about my rappinā (WILL I STILL BE BOLD) Will my temper get cold Like my soul had been sold, At least,That known cent is Fiftyā¦ Am I gonna change my behavior Under a new way straight Going down to hell lane My old age being to blame Switching My street name TO FORTY,(š¤£) Itās just too late To call myself SHORTY, Iām really getting more & more lame, Getting harder to drink a Strong Forty, For that Iām deserving the shame, Being all about my liver cirrhosiiiā¦š¬ And me,keeping on drinking too many, 10% beers,I mean Forties and Forties, But hey,i wonāt be twice forty, Remember that many (A BIT) of us Didnāt even made it to thirty, So Iām gonna live that day, Like I still was twenty,
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š40šŗFortiesšŗ40š 832/1523 @OnePunch It was the sixth of September,(22), What am I sayin???(š¤£š¤£š¤£) It was about yesterday, Did my memory did already Started to play with me, By the way,those pitchers āš¾ RIGHT UP THERE šš¾ Aināt representing Forties, Itās more about the beer, I drank yesterday, and Iām still drinking today, Celebrating the end Of my funny days That damn last decade, Had fun but now It just flew away, Yesterday it was Still slipping Between my fingers, It all Been destroyed In less than 24 hours, Been left away forever, Disappeared,faster Than my first 39 years, And wonāt just never ever Come back,(TO ME) Till then,nothing has changed, Still Black,Still Deranged(š¤£š¤£) Never cared about the age, (WELL A BIT) Until I got past the age, That for me startin lookin old, Over is the young age, Over is the middle one, Almost made it to gold What about my rappinā (WILL I STILL BE BOLD) Will my temper get cold Like my soul had been sold, At least,That known cent is Fiftyā¦ Am I gonna change my behavior Under a new way straight Going down to hell lane My old age being to blame Switching My street name TO FORTY,(š¤£) Itās just too late To call myself SHORTY, Iām really getting more & more lame, Getting harder to drink a Strong Forty, For that Iām deserving the shame, Being all about my liver cirrhosiiiā¦š¬ And me,keeping on drinking too many, 10% beers,I mean Forties and Forties, But hey,i wonāt be twice forty, Remember that many (A BIT) of us Didnāt even made it to thirty, So Iām gonna live that day, Like I still was twenty,
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