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letra de died in 1965 - bata!

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[chorus]
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
only rubber soul i want is underneath my shoe
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
cause medians talk to ghosts left inside the room

[verse 1]
i squash the beatle under my foot
everywhere that i look
i see insects, i see roaches i don’t ever wanna call up
i been feening just to call her
feeling i wanna swallow
ironic, i got the guala, put the motherf-cking wall up
where my money? where’s my homie?
you ain’t better than the rest of us
think about the music, gutting dutches for the cannabis
mich-lle going to canada, you was never man enough
lowest level rock bottom but catch a n-gga standing up
knees buckle, blood shuffle
bag of skin, no muscle
gravedigger, broke shovel
laying in the dirt? homie no trouble
rubber soul n-gga, imma bounce back if i gotta

[chorus]
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
only rubber soul i want is underneath my shoe
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
cause medians talk to ghosts left inside the room

[verse 2]
i’m in need of a psychiatrist, i might invest
in my defense
i find it hard not to fight against what i detest
regardless of the consequence
i’ve given up the ses to regain my consciousness
but really is it hard to find out, what the problem is?
i gotta guess
it really wasn’t a problem at all
just an issue that none of us were really willing to solve
y’all were crashing all the time caught in traffic
you were cutting us off
no apology for this, but just don’t act surprised that i’m cutting y’all off
just a large loss, n0bodies fault
that’s the best i can say
slicing off the bones, turn the fish to filet
now we cooking in the kitchen, feed the family for days

[chorus]
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
only rubber soul i want is underneath my shoe
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
i don’t wanna feel bad for you
(godd-mn!)
cause medians talk to ghosts left inside the room

[outro]
well i died in 1965
you can drive my car, you can be my ride
i been doing this sh-t since 99
and in my life, my life
well i died in 1965
you can drive my car, you can be my ride
i been doing this sh-t since 99
and in my life, my life

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