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letra de hear em say... - bobby capri

[verse 1: bobby capri]

yeah, i hear ’em saying “long time, no see”
well, i’ve been on my job long time, no sleep
they tell me that “money talks” my pockets don’t speak
i’m just a starving artist long time, no eat
that’s tired of bare minimum
spending like every minute on
tryna get it right while they telling me i been living wrong
just a big fish, small pond
where everybody’s in a boat with fishing nets and long arms
tryna pull me from the water
woo me with an offer
so they can do me like i’m hoffa
f-ck that sh-t! it’s getting harder and harder not to be awkward
when these b-tches lying (lion) on me like i’m king jaffe joffer
so it’s pedal (petal) to floor like the rose baerers
i’m just praying i don’t fail or hit a wall like dale
while chasing pavements like adele
on the road to 50 mil’ and when i get it, no dave chappelle

[hook: bobby capri]

before everyone that know me is wearing all black
staring at me laying there flat
dressed to impress
draped in my sunday best
literally fresh to death (def)
i hope to hear ’em say… (nothing)
i hope to hear ’em say… (nothing)
yeah, i hope to hear ’em say… (nothing)

[verse 2: bobby capri]

i don’t know how many years i’ve been saying “this the year”
so i’m sure that they’ll dismiss it soon as it hits their ears
but,this the year!
you praying to baby jesus, i stay on my grown sh-t, so i picture him with a beard
i can picture it clear
bad b-tches are there
me, talking my sh-t through some porcelain veneers
so, it’s only right it’s going down like a toilet flush
with a small group of family that i fully trust
fully tux’d, dressed up to act a fool and such
being told that we “doing too much”
by the same motherf-ckers who ain’t ever do enough
i’m just tryna get a feel for what they said i couldn’t touch
i can picture good times, ernie barnes
everyday it’s late nights and early mornings
hoping that i make it, way before they here i’m gone
and i’m laying there flat, and they wearing all black

[hook: bobby capri]

[verse 3: bobby capri]

even if my plans failed at the end of every plot
nothing’s written in stone ’til the cemetery plot
and even there, you won’t “here (hear) lies…”
i’m wide awake ’til my wake, i can sleep when i die
even on my death bed, i’ll probably suffer insomnia
sleep walking with pajamas on
i’m well aware that life’s short, i’m just hoping i don’t time it wrong
they will feel me by the time i’m gone
i promise. sh-t, you can bet your life on it
drive wouldn’t stop if the cops threw their lights on it
and you gon’ know i did it how i wanted
screaming “f-ck a sammy sosa!” if they tryna make light of it

[hook: bobby capri]

- bobby capri

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