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Gnash Part. quiñ & buddy

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Sorry if my physical’s looking invisible right now
But sometimes I could run away, I move slower in your time
Can you give me a moment babe?

Oh yeah, can you give me a moment, yeah?
I rested in pieces, I rest when we’re sleeping, I hate to be awake
Cause all the attention and all of your senses, I took ‘em all away
Can you give me a moment, ye-ye-yeah?
Oh yeah, can you give me a moment, yeah?
I want you here right next to me, so we can rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
Yeah, you and me, truthfully we can be
Happy for eternity, just come with me
I can show you things you’ve never seen
Yes indeed, I can take you to your destiny
You best believe, I’m giving you the best of me
And I confess that there’s no place that I would rather be
Than underneath, in between, you’re in my dreams
So every night I go to sleep, I rest in peace
Reminiscing of nights with you on the phone with me
Telling me how you wanna be all alone with me
So now that you’re finally in the zone with me
Girl I wanna see everything that you told me
Vamanos, I think we’re getting kinda close
We’re slipping into comatose, gross
I want you here right next to me, so we can rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in peace, we rest in peace, we rest in peace
We rest in pieces
I don’t wanna, don’t wanna, don’t wanna hurt you baby
But I know that I will, that I will, will, sooner or later
Find out, first baby
Get you in the morning light
Maybe, then baby, we could be alright, yeah
Alright, can you hold me tight right now?
Rest in peace, rest in peace with me
All along

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Spice 1

Spice 1

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(spice 1)
Yeah, whassup?
Rip, shout-out to my dead partners

(spice 1)
My nigga went crazy he’s trapped in a cell
He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail
If life is a bitch, i’ll pimp it just like a hoe
I make all my money from slangin ounces of coke
I shot up a bitch cuz she was fiend
She’s spreadin information tryin to run off with my ring
I’m livin’ in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when
A 187 nigga’s best friend is a mack 10
Niggas be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say i’m slippin
But i’m in a fucked up state of mind
And i’m packin a nine and i’m not trippin
Cause i’m strapped thinkin about my nigga took out in the game
R-i-p, plan b jessie was his name
So rest in peace, peace my nigga r-i-p

(chorus: spice 1)
R-i-p, r-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah whassup clean?
I ain’t forgot about you homie
Johnny b whassup clay?
I ain’t forgot about you either
Hope y’all tear this thang knahi’msayin?
Big dave, jr, six-o-mobb, yeah

(spice 1)
When i was young i had the lust to pull the trigger
So i know how it feels to shoot another nigga
Take one of mine i’ll take ten of yours
You call up your posse i’ll call up my boys
The funk, it was jumpin’, but why should it jump?
Niggas with uzi’s and hella niggas with pumps
Ready to spray do a nigga up proper
Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper
See some more from the north johnny b from the crew
Seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe
The bag the body the body the bag
From forties to funerals from chronic to zag’s
I’m rollin up one for niggas that died
I go out to forty and hit the strip in my ride
And let down the top cause my top drop
Handle my glock incase i gotta pop

(chorus: spice 1)
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah fool whatta you know about my partners mark crowser
Y’all know nothin about erick ason
Y’all know nothin about big round sink knahi’msayin?
O.g.’s they got much love, marcus raine

(spice 1)
My nigga had bomb we called him big dave
Six slugs in the chest put my boy in the grave
I went to his house to get me a sack
His brother stood on the porch and told me the facts
Strange how it happened he went out for a night
Strange car drove up that’s when the pistols went pop
Should i pull on the trigger and we bell on these niggas?
Should i roll up the endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor?
My memorials of my dead niggas on the wall
And when i die i know i’m dyin with a bullet y’all
But the nigga that take me out, he better have the clout
Because my niggas gonna chop your bloody body route
You know this nigga ain’t afraid to die
Just write my name on the wall: gangsta s-p-i
C-e?r-i-p – rest in peace nigga

(chorus: spice 1)
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall