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letra de herbert - ab-soul

[intro]
(ay)
they’ll never understand herbert anthony
they’ll never understand
they’ll never understand herbert anthony
they’ll never understand

[bridge]
[?]
they’ll never understand herbert anthony
[?]
they’ll never understand
[verse]
they’ll never understand herbert anthony
i handle tryna battle my insanity
i’ll play dodgeball with all the vanity
i share my light like charity
how i kept the fear in god in humanity
how i’m making sacrifices for the family
i ain’t happy but i gotta make it happen though
mad hatter in a rabbit hole
trouble on my mind, i was trying not to lose it
top on my line ’bout new music
did a little rehab, need a little more
i’m an addict, got some habits, everybody know
wrestlin’ with depression last few years
went to therapy and i shed a few tears
caught steven-johnson 10 years old
i survived but i’m still going blind though
eye doc said i need new corneas
i rather need those than a coroner
papa took a headshot, no photography
ain’t know him that well, but i hope he proud of me
loriana left me with ptsd
i see her face when me and [?] be texting
dalai mama and her daughter give a n-gga hope
for they sake i just wanna be the best soul
mama love me and my grandma still pray
i know i can always count on zay zay
circle smaller but the homies know i’m still ’round
even if i fall off, imma stay down
you know what happens when a black king have a dream
they’ll never understand herbert anthony
[bridge]
[?]

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[verse: sistar outspoken]
legally blinding too
[?] the third, i watch his vision improve
he said she the heart, but he soul
kinetically connected, need invisible glue
the real can’t miss
see, i been dealing with fake sh-t
then taste this, it’s medicine
amphetamine, overdose
he at a loss of words, make a poet choke
see, he the best gifted
conscientiously connect in the street
he rep different
don’t say much, he flex different
it’s del amo bred
see this that land downhill from city limits
built by the illest
that turned a swamp to the cooking pot
and made rich crips and the title only a given by the livid watching the livid
but the riches
came with prayer hands in reminiscent time away from they misses
[?] visits, this is
[outro: sistar outspoken & ab-soul]
so you f-ckin’ with that one herb?
hahaha, yeah

- ab soul

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