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letra de on my own - apollo

[verse 1: apollo]
y’all was never present back when i was goin’ through it
convos with my mama like, “one day, we gon’ get through this”
i would put it in my music, i was on the radio
now these motherf-ckers tryna act like they ain’t play me though
i been on my grind, nights without my parents
y’all don’t understand, i was so f-ckin’ embarr-ssed
my house was never furnished, we were sleepin’ on a terrace
and my house was filled with roaches but that sh-t, i finally cherish
you know how it feel when you nappin’ for your dinner
and you know how it feel with no jackets in the winter
i would heat myself on the stove, fu-fu-f-ck it, we were so broke
and i ain’t never had sh-t, that’s why i do this all on my own
yeah, i do this all on my own: write, record every song
b-tch, i’m poppin’
finna pop in the next three years top when i drop this sh-t
i’m never backin’ down
i used to wish i was different but guess what they askin’ now?
traphouse tryna make a livin’, lemme get it
i’ve been in and out the city for a minute, tryna make it, i’m gone

[chorus: apollo]
and you don’t really know what i be on
and you don’t really know who i am
i remember nights sleepin’ on the floor
those days turned me to the motherf-ckin’ man
you never had rodents as your roommates
songs hot, world’s cold, d-mn this life two-faced
i been goin’ through it, you ain’t know the half
future lookin’ straight no rubbernecking on my past

[verse 2: packy]
look, 13 and i’m prayin’, “god, don’t take away my mother”
we got memories to make still, i got sister and a brother
we got doctors sayin’ they don’t have the answers
they ain’t never seen that sh-t before
mom and dad keep flyin’ out of state
they keep comin’ back with nothin’ more
finally, they had to amputate, scared as h-ll that i’d lose her
she put on a happy face, taught me how to be a trooper
she a true survivor, she the reason i just keep it level, keep it even
i got faith and i just keep believing
people changin’ with the seasons
try to tell you what you been through, try to tell you who you are
people talk a lot of talk, they could never walk a mile
ever had your friends all in a courtroom?
ever had to sit across the aisle?
people fakin’ all their f-ckin’ problems
i just learned to fake a f-ckin’ smile, yeah

- apollo

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