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letra de youngin' - cluez.

[verse 1]
get outta my head
get outta my thoughts man
get outta my bed
get outta my dreams when i wake up instead
it’s too late for me to cry but there’s another tеar to shed
for that chick i’d ride or die but shе done messed up the set and i’m upset
a part of me resents the path that she took to neglect
the emotions overfloating, know it’s hard to recollect
i pour me up an ounce ’cause i be tryna to forget
tryna exercise my options with no need to break a sweat

[hook]
since a youngin’ always knew i hit it
no excuses left, you know i did it
these are shoes that you can’t fit in
’cause you won’t even walk a mile if you ain’t winning
don’t know why i had to stack the hopes up to the ceiling
but i can’t be chasing hoes, that sh-t’s unappealing
and i never take a break from tryna make a k!lling
i lost count of my mistakes, can’t get out my feelings
[verse 2]
i’m caught up in the past
they be checking how you doing, you ain’t even gotta ask, huh
you put me in a trance
then you bust it, crossing borders like we hit it off to france
seems like all this time
i been going out to see you come inside
messing with my head, you got me traumatized
need to get me lit so i see all the lights
forget all your lies
cutting all the ties
’cause this is what you wanted
really came from nothing like my life i need to run it
run on top speed, climbing ’til i reach the summit
and when it all goes down keep it on a hunnid
now rock bottom’s teaching principles
trust n0body ’cause this sh-t a game of pick & choose
watch out for these backstabbers, they got nothing to lose
and in the blink of an eye they turn you to old news
but f-ck ’em, ’cause

[hook]
since a youngin’ always knew i hit it
no excuses left, you know i did it
these are shoes that you can’t fit in
’cause you won’t even walk a mile if you ain’t winning
don’t know why i had to stack the hopes up to the ceiling
but i can’t be chasing hoes, that sh-t’s unappealing
and i never take a break from tryna make a k!lling
i lost count of my mistakes, can’t get out my feelings
[verse 3]
i lost count of mistakes and that’s my bad, yeah
you told me what it takes, some sh-t i never had, yeah
depend on faith when i’m ’bout to make a crash
now i’m falling out of shape, gotta go and hit the dash, yeah
cross me once, left me hanging in the shade
cross me twice, cut the ties, catch a knife or razor blade
‘member when i told you no matter what it’s never too late
no, you prolly don’t remember sh-t, i hate to feel this way
hate the fact that i’m alone, i need to dedicate
’til my hustle detonates, dead on sight, ain’t no debate
with that being said i never caught a case i perpetrate
everyday taking a toll on me, i need to medicate
and i’m lost, can’t be found right now
on the road driving with the lights out
so close to despair
and you don’t even care
so i don’t need you to be there
yeah, i’m gone

- cluez

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