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letra de clarity - cantbuydeem

[intro]

“things money can’t buy” {tagalog}

[verse]

i got a lot of regrets
i’m all over the place
i’m to into myself
sucking down these newport’s, just k!lling myself
or
smoking and drinking just prescribing and healing myself
the doctor quoted me an unreasonable price for they’re help
obviously anything they could offer me would probably leave me worse off
ain’t like you pay em to care
i wish
i wish i had real role models
unlike these n-ggas on the screen
in these premeditated scenes
of profitable evil things to make you wish you was them
to get arrested if you ever attempt
a hug or handshake like a bandaid
kiss on the cheek is like 50 likes on my fanpage
weed calm my a.d.d
give me that atv
to ride through these mounds of stress
so i can lay me down to sleep
nightmares of county time and no one being proud of me
if i should die while in a cage, bury me in an unmarked grave
alone with the list of promises i had to break
in a cave in bermuda
in hammer pants and a tutu
a blond fade, some swap meat j’s, and a shirt from fubu
never too cool for school
in my letterman’s jacket
or my better tax bracket demeanor
that glaze over my eyes
you can’t see that i’m thinking
about just catching up
a pelle{pelle} coat or buck fifty{hat} away from catching a slug
a petty convo with a friend of the plug
away from cops trying to find someone to put on a mugshot
for the headshot i got
for just trying to be g
i can’t wait to get the f-ck out of here to somewhere where my environments a product of me
i solemnly swear i’ma probably think before i act
and end up like most of my n-ggas
look on they face f-cked up while they sitting in back
of the squad car cuffed up like this sh-t is wack
when it’s to late to get that back its too late
like a cup of cherry kool-aid in a suitcase of white t’s
washing it away just ain’t likely
the world don’t like us it might be
we throw they flaws in they face
they hate the taste
they be like oh the nerve
try to tell me i ain’t sh-t and you can’t polish a t-rd
the boojie say i’m ghetto but the ghetto say i’m a nerd
so where do i fit in then
except between the thighs of the women who admire my accomplishments
i see me through they eyes all the time
in the land where the clock don’t tick
but the ghost do speak like
they trying to save my life
they tell me……

{multiple voices speaking [outro]}

some mistakes just can’t be made twice
ain’t no one gone treat you like you can’t die
everybody knows that everybody bleeds all the same
be on the safe side
please don’t make the same mistake twice
pride won’t keep you off the steak-knife
beef ain’t rare mon frère {french}
it’s well done i swear
bands in hand don’t mean you can’t die

- cantbuydeem

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