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Christian Jovan Febles
Christian Jovan Febles
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Aye aye yeah! No sangria on the rocks I don't got time for that Momma get 20 years left on the clock I only got time for that I don't prefer them sneakers or the socks I don't got time for that Yeah I got time for a lot But I put it all in on what matters Woah, but I'm stucky Getting picky with priorities your energy is funny Then I'm dubbin, it ain't nothing The tables turn the lames will learn Everybody gonna win someday, OH Today is my DAY THO Look at my life like PLAY-DOH AYO, I be on the track like Kato Money when we checking the mail You might've heard of me every beat is a murder scene More like a burglary woah Taking yo demons and lay em to rest Because it ain't really nothing hurting me dog Aye yeah I'm like Deadpool, but the spiritual version As soon as you put on the track all your demons be hurting You know me and #TeamVia we be opening curtains You know me and #TeamVia we be opening curtains like No sangria on the rocks I don't got time for that Momma get 20 years left on the clock I only got time for that I don't prefer them sneakers or the socks I don't got time for that Yeah I got time for a lot But I put it all in on what matters Only thing that I got time for Is the love, is the light, and divine folks What I'm hearing on the radio define jokes LOL at my life to find hope And let light in Eyes open We not lying When we light it Embrace the shadow with love we don't fight it Only ones fighting the ego uniting the people Star seeds all different but we still we all equal This ain't one-time thing tho come with a sequel I mean it feed a beat and we eat it I'm Puerto Rican and Swedish You get the flavor when it come out ya speakers We like aye Get it via Yeah Aye Get it via Aye, aye, aye yeah No sangria, wait a minute No sangria on the rocks I don't got time for that Momma get 20 years left on the clock I only got time for that I don't prefer them sneakers or the socks I don't got time for that Yeah I got time for a lot But I put it all in on what matters So I put it all on my craft then I put it all on my passion I put it all on my fam then No such thing as first and last man I do not know what a lap is Whole life one big moment Sun come up come down Imma own it And the reaper come in peace cause we keep on sowing
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