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letra de envy - bright campa

[verse 1]
n-ggas hating on me, i ain’t used to that
know a couple people wanna shoot for that
i say “no, no, no, chill, it ain’t no need for that”
them n-ggas tryna blow and ain’t need me for that
and if it work for them
well sh-t, i’m cool with that
’cause how they feel
i ain’t got sh-t to do with that
i just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack
and trip off how much bread them crackers take from that
[chorus]
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[bridge]
it’s been a long time since i have felt this way
about something but now, but now
i’m controlling my mind, the days are warm
the nights are cold, the lost is found, i’m found
lord knows i need somеthing to fill this void
lord knows i need something to fill this void
lord knows i need something to fill this void
lord knows i need something to fill this void

[chorus]
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
i pay taxes, so much taxes, sh-t don’t make sense
where do my dollars go?
you see lately, i ain’t been convinced
i guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
but my guys barely graduate
they ain’t got the tools
maybe ’cause the tax dollars that i make sure i send
get spent hirin’ some teachers that don’t look like them
and the curriculum be tricking them
them dollars i spend got us learning
about the heroes with the whitest of skin
one thing about the men that’s controlling the pen that write history
they always seem to white-out they sins
maybe we’ll never see a black man in the white house again
i’ll write a check to the irs, my pockets get slim
d-mn, do i even have a say ’bout where it’s goin’?
some older n-gga told me to start votin’
i said, “democracy is too f-ckin’ slow”
if i’m givin’ y’all this hard-earned bread
i wanna know, better yet
let me decide, but, it’s 2022
let me pick the things i’m funding from an app on my screen
better that than letting wack congressman i’ve never seen
dictate where my money go
straight into the palms of some
money-hungry company that make guns that circulate the country and then wind up in the hood, making bl–dy clothes
stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
from the concrete, he was prolly rose
now his body froze and n0body knows what to tell his mother
he did good at the white man schools unlike his brother
who was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbers
so right now, he got two on the way
still sleep on covers in his mama house
she can’t take this sh-t no more, she want him out
on the morning of the funeral, just as she’s walking out
wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
she remembers that she gotta file her taxes, d-mn
[chorus]
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

- bright campa

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