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letra de back door - childishmusicllc

[verse 1: childi$h]
yeah yeah
uh, when i was young and black
pacing, i’m searching for greatness
can’t say my demons ain’t laying within me
creep in the night saying, “what’s good?”
mama might say that i’m good
misunderstood that i’m hooked on love
i’m praying it’s often enough
missing you every day, my position is either way
my idea is a statement
my vision looks like a payment
i’m praying that we don’t go back
forty hope it don’t blow back
my eyes are low in a climax
my presence felt in a throwback
if you’re missing, these words are giving concerns
your turf has been bleeding, my lurking occurs
know it doesn’t help if you hurt
know it doesn’t seem to get through
pain in the lyrics you’re singing
it’s hard for me to be used
mama wasn’t raised in the city
n-ggas were ignorant, it’s a house, not a piece of the poetry
deceiving demons, dreaming of changes
giving in to winning, what’s good?
i’m stuck on saying, “we good?”
slow dancing with my demons in the ballroom
two pops it’s off the top, that’s when we call for ’em
back door where it came from out the tomb
feelings of backstabbing on the side of my doom
i think you n-ggas know i’ma murder this sh-t like i’m biggie
recycle when you heard of this sh-t, i got reasons to tear off the ceiling
i’ll let ’em k!ll it, i sit back, now you heard of this sh-t
[verse 1: unwanted]
oh, so you think you’re bigger than me
cause you got some hundreds
cash, and couple figures to me
well, okay, that’s okay, i take it as the start
the gems illuminate, especially when it’s in the dark
i feel like i’ve been segregated
told i’ll never make it, chances are outta vegas
you ain’t reading my mind
it’s ticking where the bomb be
i’m tryna stop from sp-cing
out like where the astronauts be
you smoke cigarettes, low intellect
when i enter deck, y’all get put to rest
penmanship at a pinnacle, i’m not perfect
i’m perpendicular, princ-p-l
i’m tryna fulfill my mama’s goals
all the shots i block, bodies gonna drop
by the way, i ain’t never sold crack
all i do is tell the truth when i go rap
i ain’t shoot no gat, or made one go splat
i’m just telling every truth, and that is rap
for one, you could never limit what i’mma do
shout out to my haters, keep it comin’
i ain’t tired of you
i marinate the beat, then add some barbecue
i swear that i’ma make it, i put that on my mama too
d-mn, people close to me said they’re reliable
then they come up to me and just prove they’re unreliable
[verse 2: childi$h]
all these street demons, dark days after breathing
heart beating, t–th grinning, sleep study breathing
dogs barking after school leaving
his body dropped when the metal popped, start fleeing
on my life, never seen his life
dawg got a wife and kid, and that’s on my life
all i felt was the impact, this molly got a kickback
end of the rap, into his back
my life ain’t probable, actually unstoppable
close calls for cops for bars, i’m a maniacal villain
k!ll or be k!lled in the booth
my heart’s squealing, woo
my heart’s tearing, woo, my heart’s dripping

[verse 2: unwanted]
what got into me, i got enemies, i fuel chemises
my rhymes by themselves, left alone, they fuel chemises
never listen to the judgmental
we can make it through
the pain that we’ve been through
unwanted… and childi$h

- childishmusicllc

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