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letra de cafe disco - bubba ken

yeah, yeah, yeah

oh, oh, oh

i spend my days thinking about
oh tell me baby is it all my fault?
i wanna open up with you
i thought we do service side-bye-side
i know you feel something inside
oh, can i not even get one word?
am i losing myself, losing myself?
if i say that i’m waiting up on you?

i’m still on this day-to-day, thinking about the things that have gone and left the moments that won’t come back to me. i wonder what this is for this lost i feel, heard many times and you know i thought you was but to be honest i think it’ll be difficult to replicate what you’ve meant to me . you’ve been through a lot. i think you allowed some peace. i’ll never understand why it needs to be like this. i could go all day about what don’t make sense, but nothing really does. i don’t know how time should be better spent but i do wonder if we’ll ever meet again on different terms with different lives. maybe still have b-tterflies, our eyes scared to meet because all the sudden we understand how much time we wasted just to get back here
maybe we walk a bit, find a hidden gem catch up on where we’ve been, how we used to be, how we used to live. our bodies timid, our eyes are still, cuz we know this moment is all we got. i know at times it hard to express yourself, i would understood in that moment, emotions high that one might’ve misspoken. we both witnessed our n loved ones make mistakes what makes this any different because there’s something you ain’t saying something you won’t admit i wouldn’t have seen you as any less
how much what we say is calculated attached to an agenda? all i know is everything i’ve ever said, the things i want, how you make me feel, is what i thought to be true, so please no more long form explanations because in the end you just avoid what you feel. ever since i was young i’ve had clear memory, i used to call out aunties for being bad mothers. i remember what’s been done and what’s been said like an auditer, how i pull receipts, lay what’s known but won’t say themselves, its like i know them more than they know themselves from outlet to now i’ve been on that because, i can’t let n0body control no narrative cuz in hindsight i would never talk to no kid like that and i thought that’s what we agreed on. that summer on the block when you saw that boy how you smiled, how you looked at me and you act like i never notice nothing. i bring this up cuz i got a feeling you’ve kept my things and from your word that action don’t make sense to me, but all this time, wandering from place to place all those moments that you’ve brought along. i guess some habits are hard to break. don’t know which i prefer. let me go or keep me round like that smarties pack, i can’t even lie, i got curious fingers, i went through some notebooks, i found some things. it made me think but it never bothered me. you’ve had such a hard life and i can’t be mad that. you could also say that i just believed in us. if you hear this part, if you’re mad at that, write me another letter, i really don’t give a f-ck. now who the b-tch that told you i got b-tches just cuz lord gave a jaw like this and i make some raps you think i move like that? aye, man this album is way too heavy, i can make a joke, shouldn’t beat a dead horse, but when did i become so eloquent? man it’s nice being intelligent. aye, my pops thinks it’s an age difference, that you commitment kids, and i’m just not ready. this is the closest we’ll probably ever be, but sometimes it don’t matter how many bridges are built from the same tree from the same root the outcome is still, that we’re just different men. see, i know him too well, if he knew the truth he would have turned on you. just like you, he would’ve said things that he can’t take back. it’s not his fault we’re all conditioned to have different views live different lives. time don’t ever stop and is precious ever. but when the day do recline as they close up shop and head on home. i wish i could sing the same tune, that’s what my mind rewinds and i whisper your name as if you were still here. funny, they always asked what i rap about and then when i talk like this, they just look away. i don’t know what this world want from me, but i know that i’ve done enough and i need you to know that you’ve done the same that it don’t matter how we measure this life with titles accolades, and likes that you are that you’ve always been enough

- bubba ken

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