The Breaks from Foolhardy by Wic Whitney

D’angelo inspo
Love in the tempo
Voodoo made to tickle ya fancy
Yancey the big bro
Forever
Yes, yes

Well I here you're playing with spices, walk me through that
Well I feel like when you add heat to a dish
It cleanses the palate of
Adds something new, something different

Keep your money quiet
Bank statements come with a pacifier
Envy burns brighter than Denathor jumping off the Pyre
Jealousy grows on tomb stones of admiration
Dire times making neighbors come-uppance the seeds of hatred
Liars, tell the truth the best
Leave the lie unsaid
Net honesty Ponzi schemes be the hessi for getting newer friends
Truer ends, truth begins, with true intentions
Run if the gut talks or get fucked and strut the duck walk
Dummy
Two questions
Who do they love and what do they want from me?
Met gala carpets and garments are charming for chums buddy
I run with the hush puppies
On that fuck
The gov lovely under appreciated patrons of this cunt country
Ughh stunning
Life, liberty, young Cudi
The Nations foundation stained with
Black blood and the cover rugs fugly
We lost the handle like bitches with tucked tummy's
While they watch us get run through
And them billionaire cucks cumming

There’s a new prices for livin'
They bumped up the rate
Gettin' by cost extra
And fees if you're late
And if you ask the big man
He’ll smile in your face
And say
These are the breaks
These are the breaks

I see blue pill villains
Nothing wrong nothing wrong
Keep chillin'
Just a gun, just a handful of children
Ban abortion the schools keep fillin' and nobody’ll miss em
That’s multibillion dollar plan
Where’s hand your man
Dap a clan fam up
Black man, keep your hands up
Wait what? Fuck talkin' back
Pack his ass up
Badges flash on top of the dash
In the black truck
Robes stuffed in the trunk next to poppers and astro glide
DL sheriffs married to Karen’s on Grindr
I promise you’ll find ’em
I promise they’re hidin’
Add ’em to the packs of Adam’s and Brian’s lost to suppression
Turned into tyrants
Buy ‘em off with Fox conglomerate bias and pious rhetoric
That’s god willing, god filling, god's bidding
God's getting nearly eerily similar to Nurse Ratchet
Keep your mind blind and stay in your tax bracket ya bitch

There’s a new prices for livin'
They bumped up the rate
Gettin' by cost extra
And fees if you're late
And if you ask the big man
He’ll smile in your face
And say
These are the breaks
These are the breaks

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