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letra de vacancy - chima

[verse 1: chima]

in my bag and way to deep to come out empty handed
since a snotty nose
kept my foot on necks
and just ran tracks for the cardio
breathe
d’usse shots just to get a shock of adrenaline
and anything i do say pop on wax for the audience
obvious ima ride till the day i die n-gga
my ambition as a rider
ride up close ‘for you fire
i’m fighting for what’s been left of me
less of me dead
don’t cry on my shoulders
in hopes that i care
with blank stares
i’m aware that my fate fading away
just have faith that i’m coping correctly
opening deadly
on several ends
i’m tryna sever heads
while getting top
for the benefit
before i finish this
i hope that i…

[chorus: breed’s world]
it’s a hole that’s in my heart
there use to be sp-ce for you
can’t lie i felt it from the start
i should’ve never cared for you
(never should’ve cared, never should’ve cared, never should’ve cared)
should’ve never cared for you
(never should’ve cared, never should’ve cared, never should’ve cared)
should’ve never cared for you
(never should’ve cared, never should’ve cared, never should’ve cared)
never should’ve cared for you

[verse 2: chima]
speed of bullet blastin’
throwbacks to seeing flashes
quick to flash it
a millisecond late you in a casket
something like the love i’m never grasping
wondering if she asking for me
never hit my line up
that fake sh-t i’m never cosigning
she tellin’ me “you always so childish”
so when i get it lit swear to god she better not try sh-t
i’m ghost now

[pre-chorus: breed’s world]
there’s a hole in my chest where there used to be a heart
the pain’s in my head and it’s been here from the start
mind over matter it don’t matter when it’s dark
you gon’ see the sparks

[verse 3: chima]
since a snotty nose
been tapped in attached to the audio
10 toes down
just run on tracks for the cardio
my n-ggas running fades
it could get fatal
if n-ggas tellin fables
just for paper
could get you stretched out on pavements
straight liquor no chases just to hold my chest
copped bud on no budget just to hold my stress
n-ggas p-ss poor
not pot to p-ss in
my list short
f-ck a discourse
we ain’t talkin out sh-t
just walking out quick
when the arguments set
my guard up for the rest
keep yo heart in yo chest

- chima

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