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letra de omw - cantrell

verse 1
i’m the furthest thing from calm…
remember sitting in a dorm room listening to so far gone-
thinking i could be the one…
to put the city on-
over dedicated under rated, they tried to count me out of the equation-
new gear good s-x good prayer be my number one forms of medication-
they say the eyes are the windows to the soul-
i been looking out these window panes searching for more-
pondering on these few things i never told-
with a fear of my lone name they’ll never know-
and frankly that small town thing it’s getting old-
i been trying harder and harder to break the mold-
battling with who i wanna be and who i’m pose to be-
i gotta k!ll one or the other for me to grow-
superstars are just shooting stars-
what are we shooting for? jumping through hoops and all-
i done got too involved to drop it and blow it off-
some of you throwing shade, call me a know it all-
but me, you don’t know at all-
i should be in church i know-
but a devil walks in every other church i know-
so i’m praying that i’m saved by these verses-
while i try to keep the sh-t together like i’m writing in cursive man look-

hook
coming from the bottom from of the map where a dream ain’t enough to make it back man i be on my
way…
i be on my way, kyrie in ot uncle drew with jelly know that ima take the shot
man i be on my way…

verse 2
broker than ever with broken mirrors. piece it together to see me clearer-
pickin numbers just don’t bet against me, seabiscuit, running wind with tunnel vision
ego clashing has been causing friction, power tripping grows into addiction
the only thing that i was ever missin, is the respect that i was out here giften
look, i need prayers, not pep talks, if one us lose, we all fall-
mj nowww with the walk, yo hate levels on scott hall
i feel lost and not found, im drowning-
i never drink, but pour me up i’ll down it-
i’m down and out the feeling now is tiring-
tired of being lied to no one around me solid-
i got it, the floor ain’t really the bas-m-nt. or the grave-
levitate, pull a kick door and don’t you hesitate-
been afraid, but thats what my guardians for anyway
surfin thru the struggle we deserve it homie, i be on my wave…way

- cantrell

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