letra de i can't hate myself (feat. nicx) - angelo mota
[angelo mota]
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
yeah yeah yeah
yeah
get your hands up, stack your sins up
i got my wins up, i got my wins up
get your hands up, stack your sins up
i got my wins up, i got my wins up
i got my
i been looking for an out, i got burns on my couch
mota make it bounce, make it dribble, make it
i can not account for the red in my account
got em down for the count, i’m out for blood i’m like the count
look me in my eyes so you know i live it
world so frigid, we just hit the single digits
don’t snake, don’t switch, don’t pivot
when i’m finished with it, imma have my own exhibit
car trouble, still whip it like it’s from xzibit
used to want the fame until i seen what came with it
used to pop a pill but now i’m popping canned spinach
tired of tryna keep explaining when you can’t get it
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
yeah yeah yeah
yeah
get your hands up, stack your sins up
i got my wins up, i got my wins up
get your hands up, stack your sins up
i got my wins up, i got my wins up
i got my
[nicx]
i been looking for a o
let me check in my account
checks on checks you could look at my neck
and can tell my advance is not gon’ bounce
if the clock still count gotta make that count
but i just can’t keep my count
wickedly ways and wicked amounts
i just ate a dish that i can’t pr-nounce
being broke was the title, and i just broke that cycle
so when a n-gga ball go psycho, d-mn a n-gga just like michael
shoot my range on rifle
shot my shot that’s light but i
don’t know why she sit so high though
i’ll knock a b-tch off of the eiffel
my success so vital
verse on verse it’s straight from the bible
genocide i don’t know why though
they just waiting on my arrival
used to pop a pill but now i’m popping
bad b-tch dm hopping
coliseum stocking
[angelo mota]
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
cause i can’t hate myself, unless i ain’t myself
and when i ain’t myself, it’s hard to tell
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