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letra de work it out - breakfast santana

breakfast santana, dj striver, cryfest 88, let’s do this before i get real f-cked up man

we went through the easy parts
now we making easy hard
you sweating me off a flex
and i can’t believe these thoughts
but i wanna work it out
i really wanna see what you about
i wanna work it out
i really wanna see what you about
we went through the easy parts
now we making easy hard
you sweating me off a flex
and i can’t believe these thots
but i wanna work it out
i really wanna see what you about
i wanna work it out
i really wanna see what you about

i been waiting for this fight to end
round after round taking shots one more hit i drown
where you been i got the linen out laid on the couch
like we’re bout to have a picnic ain’t we eating out?
oh you went shopping with your b-tches and you tired now?
got a free set of rims and some tires how?
and you threw the juice i got from fred meyers out?
cook dinner baby see i got the fryers out?
naw f-ck it, i ain’t got an appet-te
i’m just tryna see if anybody going out tonight
she ain’t in the mood for the caking
couldn’t help but be rude couldn’t hold it in or fake it
so i came home drunk she alone half baked
told me tomorrow she was having a dinner date with a chick she once dated
d-mn i really hate it when we know
that what we do would k!ll each other soul so i gotta let you know

tell me something that i didn’t know
speak it then i think it over all my words subliminal
plus i ain’t been putting in the effort just the minimal
text said i love you but my love ain’t nothing digital
now whatchu trippin for? cuz i’m difficult?
i tried to change the swag up with a different coat
and you been contemplating throwing me under the boat
it’s kinda crazy when i think you treat me like a troll
but then you tell me i’m your everything
and at the same time everything’s nothing
in the morning fussing fighting cussing
talking how you finna call your cousin
we ain’t bout to go there
every little b-tton that i push move us closer to the edge
and i don’t wanna end up friends
we looking like some enemies already
and we’re barely going steady but we still holding on

i guess i caught a bad rep could you push up off me?
sweating you the most and we both feel salty
sit up in the room neither one of us talking
run out mouths to our friends knowing all of em jocking
you been doing laps through my head like a marathon
got a head start i never wanted you to finish
eyes on the prize, eyes to the sky
can’t disguise all our lies when our lives been diminished
how we make it to the last minute?
why you ain’t been called a new player in, we ain’t finished?
so i got the wrong message during time out
all the games that we played burned my mind out
there ain’t no time for excuses, but the truth’s so ruthless
what’s a heart when a heart ain’t working out useless girl

now we making easy hard
and i can’t believe these thots

- breakfast santana

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