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letra de missing buttons - cloudboy

[verse 1: sidaka]
an abundance of many problems to savor
got thoughts drenching in prayers
double back and repay with
reasons why i’m ent-tled to care for you and your safety
like cowardly dog but lately i’m smoking good living care free, i love it
missing b-ttons this wrinkle tee like a single
this value can’t match what’s in you
i never meant to offend you, my grind will always continue
how many signs can you keep counting till you know that i’m yours
i guess you’ll know when you know
mind and soul aligned, she crave the way that it shows
it’s stinging like it’s ali, this ego strong but you don’t
know what it caused me but i’m just glad that you showed
these little kinks like a coat
we keep it chill when’s it’s cold
my n-ggas know where i’m from
this not a 9 this a tote
we gotta take what they stole
i raise the hope not a post
this not sample it’s cloud
keep as honest as i should when n-ggas d-gg-ng the pound
i been over this
reflecting through a puddle of endless nights of my sentences
rally up the horses i know the truth i hear limitless

[verse 2: j wade]
make arrangements contagious
leave you in amazement like the work of daedalus
stain him wit
propaganda
wounds grievous
egregiously false pretenses breeding the image
limits i cast to the wind and put everything in my endeavors
pull these levers in the proper order
or you get sprayed with poison
i rejoice in the progress that i’m making
though i could not save it
though you can’t replace it
i tighten laces and walk until my lower body can’t hold my weight and then i’ve made it almost halfway there
playin’ fair never got me nowhere but looked over
part of gettin’ older
i got cold enough to knock the wind outta the whistle blower
unknown to the public
but plot in conjunction
to manipulating the faces they receive
i dig deep and retreat into my happy place
and scribble away
bribe a lifer to decipher the motives
countin’ every rep
can’t be countin’ on success unless you account for the failure of some of the components
to her it’s but a song
alas i chug along
well oiled
palms to the soil
i still stand up
don’t care what you read about
if i’m bleeding out
not a soul i would take a helping hand from

- cloudboy

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