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letra de 61 grace - booda french

[intro: -sample-]
“empty arms, forever running, sunny lady”

[verse 1: booda french]
from the [?] to east, how on earth could i not love it?
since it’s not london you’ll probably think it’s a crop cutting at you
for half my dudes shot something while they job-hunting
or place their bets on the dole money they got coming
field of drinking hoes bit of [?] i’m in hour time think it’s cold, flipping wax and taking souls
skip the big, city goldrush rigmarole, couldn’t see me living on a different coast stormy skies and fields of gold
born on [?] estate, you won’t find me if you ask ’em my name
i made the fastest escape
got on patchwork landscapes carving my lane
the aspiration pin putting stars on the gate
no role models, you either kick leather or it’s [?]
i figure for the kids it’s a live and die situation
reason i’ma consider it like i ain’t got sh-t to do today except sit in shade

[chorus: booda french]
’cause it ain’t nothing nice and it ain’t nothing great but lord knows it’s where i’m calling my home
and i can go away and travel the globe, i’ll probably come right back to my road
happily bored, it’s the place i was grown as long as i ain’t here when i’m old
’cause it ain’t nothing nice and it ain’t nothing great but lord knows it’s where i’m calling my home

[verse 2: booda french]
sleep surrounded by fields of trees
here’s a perfect place to search escape and finance a dream
[?] drink half the conscience for staff that fail not to work today
home of all where i’m counted in the perfect play
i been here since the curtain raised and cut purple tape
we ain’t never made the headlines until the murder case
we tucking arms crossed [?] we keep ’em to the pearly gates
so many of the tribe never saw the world a way
coasting, b-mp where the sh-r-s is
and honest comes fresh off the porcelain, secure the border
love the way can’t even get a signal on a cordless
just another spot on the map, ain’t nothing important
i kicked my first rhyme here, found my first love here
got my first kiss here, and bust my first nut here
can’t place a place above here, both sides burn candles
still the, type to message but my name ain’t randall

[verse 3: booda french]
yeah
in my beautiful cage, handcuffed paying till my eulogy plays
knowing it like the back of my hand kept me from losing my ways
work with it till i’m blue in the face
rap wheels, treadmills feels like it’s just looping the race
there’s a memory lane source [?]
so i left, milestones in every corner i crossed
i bet my home sounds like yours and you connect with us
but i got an ip address like a website does
plus, rose street ain’t be leading to no podium
lost a few friends they still driving like the world’ll end
places fall and die stay suspended in their time froze like the ice in a jade disc pendant
our calluses are palaces in our palms
working with the middlemen to just balance a cl-ss
home is where the heart is in the ribcage bone bars
i find home, following the seven red north star

- booda french

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