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letra de head straight - alessandro rinella

[intro]
“so your telling me i can’t have a dream”
“what”
“so your telling me i can’t have a dream”
[?]
“you just want to sit in your room, and do music”
“get a job, that pays money”

[chorus]
straight, settle down, dim the lights it’s my time now
every time, i’m in the sh-t, ima wild dog
been around, think it’s time that they find out
done sittin’ round, what the f-ck is you cryin’ bout
i don’t think i need y’all help, i’m done hidin’ what i felt
i’m just tryna be myself, i’m just tryna be my, self
[verse]
nine-teen didn’t have a job, my grades are all sh-t, and i was yellin’ at my mom
i was broken as a person, i couldn’t find me a purpose
i hid the pain on the surface, but in my head it was curtains
every time i fell in love, man that sh-t wasn’t worth it
i had a couple bad b-tches on the side, i was curvin’
i had a couple loose screws, in my head it was hurtin’
i had to much to prove, every night i was nervous
cause i move time, was runnin’ up my milage
i was livin’ life, but i knew that i was stylin’
and i had to quit the quick fix, sh-t that i was tryin’
tryna find a better way for me to get it poppin’
so i started plotting, man this song advanced, still, i liked how i was sounding
they can’t bother day one, i would touch a hunid thousand
ima chase the money like i never had an option, impossible sh-t, but we locked in
hard times, got through the struggle, i was patient
they got [?] for the summer, now i made ten
sorry, cuttin’ off all of the drama, and my fake friends
stop tryna run from my problems, i started chasin’
i never thought that i’d make it up off the pavement
it was just me and bryan down in the bas-m-nt
now it’s invitations, flyin’ out to la
tryna make it out, but i can’t keep my head straight
oh, sh-t, it’s my time now
get a bag, and i know that ima wild out
this time, i ain’t gettin’ cut from the tryouts
this forever young boy, with the wild thoughts
this for every single kid with the trauma
this for every young boy with no fathers
single mom, i ain’t have sh-t in awhile now
now i’m on the stage, hear my names, what they cryin’ out
this time i know that, i’m comin’ close
i feel like i’m chosin’ i’m broken inside
i know how it feels to be the one, who was never struck
never had the confidence, but now i’m in the sh-t
i’ll be jumpin’ in the moshpit, but stay out of the mix
can’t get caught up in the nonsense
i’m moving h-lla cautious
i know i can be a assh0l-
baby that’s what happens when your cash flow
“boy, i swear if you don’t” get your ass home
boy get your ass to the cubicle
go get a job and grow up, go to school, just to get a degree while the world makes a fool of you
i’m not to good at doing what i’m suppose to do
but mama i’m goin make it up to you
[chorus]
settle down, dim the lights it’s my time now
every time, i’m in the sh-t, ima wild dog
been around, think it’s time that they find out
done sittin’ round, what the f-ck is you cryin’ bout
i don’t think i need y’all help, i’m done hidin’ what i felt
i’m just tryna be myself, i’m just tryna be my, self

- alessandro rinella

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