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letra de old byrdy (prod. roro) - big byrdy

[intro]
if i sound like sh-t, it’s because i’m asthmatic and i have a voice; i was screaming a lot

[verse]
i’m sure you’re all very familiar with me
but to be honest i’ve said some sh-t
sh-t that would make ya wanna slit your wrist
i wish i could change the old byrdy
but it’s too late, everything is left in the past as is
soviet gang will last, i bet it will
met a couple friends, at least they don’t pretend
either i’m a lost cause or just don’t know how to pause in the moment
wish i didn’t say all the sh-t that i did in 2021
wish i never broke those many friendships that i did
wish i could just end it all without anyone noticing
old byrdy, stutter in a track
made too much sh-t in a big clutter
looking back i feel so much dumber
no mercy, flawed as f-ck
you’ve all came into my journey
got a dirty mouth, wonder if it’ll stay until i’m thirty
always was hard to rap, just got too d-mn thirsty
there ain’t much to worry about no more
i’m fine and such, i was just an early bird tryna get the better worm
maybe kind of quirky, but i’m never in a hurry
sometimes wake up with a blurry vision
this depression i got seems to curse me
it makes me wonder if i’m worthy
worsley gotten to a point where i want to end it all
no way to fend it off, just gotta blend with the sigh in awe
got way too much sh-t upon my chest
just wanna let it out but i can’t seem to rest
always snoring on a desk, talk about burning the west
still do, but let’s get back to the old me
back where i wasn’t so gold, back where i was too bold
couldn’t rap cuz’ it wasn’t cold
just do the sh-t that you’re told
or you’ll end up like mold
some things you cannot hold
gotta let it roll of the tongue
music equivalent to dung, the sh-t i sung
makes me question what i was confessing
truly no resting in the lesson
pressing people way too much
came to look at the grave that i dug
it’s the old me, all in a drug
addicted to my mind, it’s like this all the f-cking time
now i’m stuck in a loop of rhymes, ain’t no way to rewind
maybe intertwine with dimensions, claim what’s mine in decision
now i’m done tryna rap about the old me
[outro]
f-ck ahhhh
man, i just can’t go without breathing
im done
that’s all the fun you’re getting out of me
i wish i didn’t have a f-cking voice crack
i shouldn’t have yelled
my fault, hope y’all enjoyed still

- big byrdy

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