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letra de ​pray for malibu - aviad

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[verse 1: kwame ade]
seen the sky on fire in cali, pray for malibu
payin’ dues, i couldn’t tell you all the things i had to do
i thought that there was something that i had to prove to you
but i let go, i could never lose to you
rather’d tell you what i’m doin’ than the things i used to do
walked the path until i’m limp i stanky leg and booty dew
on pianos hittin’ crazy 88s, no lucy liu
livin’ life on the day-to-day, i don’t need a noose
hopin’ no one dies on me, missed calls from angels, hopin’ no one flies on me
dodgers and some angels, they like “pick a side, homie”
love is like shotgun, you down to ride for me?
i been out the [?], so unless you slide on me
i kick it, september, i miss it
i’m jersey, the misfits, i’m ghana, the british (yeah)
the gold, i get it, the hoes i’m pressin’ (yeah)
my soul, i cherish

[verse 2: my favorite color]
seen the sky on fire in cali, pray for inglewood
i been feelin’ good, but that sh-t got me paranoid
starin’ in the mirror, i be tryna check myself
how i’m stressin’ ’bout some sales while my brothers in a cell?
y’all want bars, right? ain’t got no one left, i’m on the far right
all these long nights got me nauseous as a car ride
they like “how you feelin’?” sh-t, i’m alright
came a long way from razor blades and peroxide
down and out, still, i ride, charmin’ as the third time
all this food for thought, y’all still waitin’ in that lunch line?
ain’t got sh-t to prove, b-tch, this is not a combine
crazy how i tried to right my wrongs at the wrong time
livin’ in the photo, wonder “where’d the hope go?”
f-cked it up for everybody, b-tch, i’m yoko ono
it’s been like this all my life, k-ci & jojo
i was too grounded for her, now i’m flyin’ solo- phew!
played it off until it pause, got some cash, blew it off
everything come wit’ a cost, the money go where money come
i’ll do it ’til it isn’t fun, envy there for everyone
but just remember, when you need them, they will never come
i’m the type to tell god “i don’t believe that”
the type to ask the devil “where’s the a.c. at?”
everybody thought they knew me ’til i faded
n-gga, you ain’t make it ’til these b-tches wanna make up

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