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letra de intermission - bambashort

[intro:]
you know you have that salvation army thing going
godd-mn girl, you gettin’ high already?
it’s just two o’clock
it’s that late?
you smoke too much of that sh-t
that sh-t gonna rob you of your ambition
not if your ambition is to get high and watch t.v

[verse:]
ay, hey, ay, look
i’ve been drivin’ on the road tryna calm my mind
said i wouldn’t get the vision ’cause i guess i’m blind
just got off the phone, it was a solid waste of time
still be waitin’ on the call i know that won’t arrive
they know that i k!ll it
they poppin’ the pillies but i am the illest
they lookin’ to steal it
i’m writin’ the lyrics alone i’m a realist
what’s my motivation?
what’s my aspiration?
they ask me, “nathan why you write?”
it’s my declaration
i don’t have to be a perfect, blameless human being
i got issues and i think it gives my songs a meaning
i went from fifteen to fifty
pristine to sistine
i don’t write lyrics to make it, i take it to write what i’m fakin’
treatin’ my heart like a throw ‘way
throwin’ it down like i’m ‘bron james
doin’ this record my own way
droppin’ it now cause i don’t wait
yeah, day to day
i might just fade away
stressin’ ’bout the people that i love and what i say
i know it’s repet-tive, i talk about fakin’ and hurtin’, i’m delicate
don’t wanna be credited
as someone who feeds off the homies for benefit
they know i’m trying
i swear to y’all, i’m trying
i told you that my lines are real, and i ain’t even lying
i’m driving to the bank, ‘bout to cash another check
barely holding up, this is not a flex
got a target on my head, like i’m malcolm x
i be dodgin’ ’em like manu with that stutter step, yeah
like drizzy said, i don’t got time to be romeo
played that game for months, but now it seems like i don’t know
i can’t even bring myself to really let it go
feels like i be tripping up, with that vertigo
i feel alone, man
yeah, i feel alone
said they there for me, but how come i still feel alone?
when she said “let’s keep in touch”, what was the undertone?
these days keep in touch means start a streak up on your phone
summer ’17, guess i was a steppin’ stone
a guy that you can meet but never try to wanna know
maybe he was right, all them girls they are the same
they just actin’ really nice, but i know that they fake
s-i-m-p-i-n-g
i feel dead inside of me
chasin’, chasin’, chasin’, chasin’
always tryna chase the thing that they will call perfection
but where is the ration?
runnin’ around, i got no direction
cryin’ in my room, i might just even have depression
this the lowest in my life, tryna count my blessings
take my watered eyes and try to get a glimpse of heaven
i wanna tell her that i hate her, but my mind digresses
i care for her too much to ever wish that she will perish
all these haters ’bout to hate cause i don’t switch the flow
don’t apologize for breakin’ up the status quo
movin’ on, let’s get it right back up onto the show
this that intermission if you don’t already know

- bambashort

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