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letra de tysm - a-rushh

two hs

yeah, i turn up and i speak paul pierece
giving you ai, can i get some ears?
someone bring my mom here, show her that her son nice
i don’t mind to die young, ‘long she got a long life
shed so many tears, it isn’t gonna stop now
in it with my faith, so you know i’ll never want out
man, i’m just a dropout barely gettin’ paid
i put a different last name on my résumé
now tomorrow at eleven, man i got an interview
gotta cover tattoos in a business suit
i probably won’t get it cause the color of my skin
paint me white or black, now i wonder if i’d win?
i wonder why some homies act like i don’t even rap
it makes me really mad, i’m sensitive about my craft
you see me put the work in and never have a rest
but, you rather be supportin’ random -ss celebs
that you haven’t even met
should i even be around you?
you don’t vote for me, i never made the student council
moved twenty times, but we still had the house full
seen my parents rise, but i’ve seen them fall down too
get rich quick – gotta google, how to?
sellin’ all my shoes, ay can i have a round two?
lowest of my lows, gotta make the ground move
can i stop the clock like steppin’ out of bounds do?
and i don’t wanna die and have my legacy a mystery
don’t remember me just for my melodies and symphonies
when i die, will i be what everybody wished for me?
i’m not in your major, so you lettin’ go of history
turnin’ on the lava lamp just to set the mood
wakin’ up at two, iphone – let it snooze
runnin’ out of weed, got a bad att-tude
life is just a game and i don’t get the rules, yeah
never wearin’ saint laurent
cause i can’t afford that sh-t
homie, pray for what you want
i want some saint laurent
i’m a bum, i’m a lame, i ain’t goin’ anywhere
i’m in love with the fame, no i’m not, man i swear
i just like all the things that i know i’ll never have
i’m a creep, i just stare at the girls i’ll never grab
rather be alone cause i’m always all alone
growin’ out my hair don’t know how to use a comb
admittin’ i’m depressed, but i knew it all along
i could use somebody, but i’ll probably use you wrong
i’m a quiet guy who doesn’t shut up when he’s drunk
i need to eat better, i had coffee for my lunch
listen to a beat like, badabumpbump
our relationship, who f-ckin’ it up?
lookin’ at myself like, what the f-ck happened?
would i be somebody if i didn’t follow p-ssion?
results still to come for my m-th-f-ckin’ actions
god has a sense of humor, but i’m not laughin’
still, i’ma praise him ’til the day i’m in the casket
chelsea, open up the gates and take away my sadness
update for the people that i used to have a blast with:
russell’s doin’ fine – thank you so much for not askin’

- a rushh

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