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letra de no trouble - cramos

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[verse 1]
reporting live from nyc
it’s the fake girl, you knew it’s me
unbothered, it’s cool with me
cuz the hate’s like a gratuity

they’re hungry for my content
and they comment with no context
act holier than a convent
and outsin everyone, no contest

no contracts, victim of a world with no progress
little unfurled in my process
i’m open, unbroken
if i i win, then i’m a token

they call me hoboken
cuz they think it’s the end of the path
if i dream with the pen and the pad
mother hen come again like i been in the bad

[hook]
oooh
got my own struggle
my own struggle
but it’s no trouble
oooh
got my own struggle
a whole struggle
but it’s no trouble

[verse 2]
i look for men when i’m sad
type that’ll give me d-ck like he mad
it’s that validation is intoxicating
got me salivating in retaliation

that’s my himalayan meditation
comphet fueled, but it’s my destination
guess that’s what a tranny do
when she never ever got the chance to as a teen

it was only a dream
wear stilettos and roll with the queens
no bulge in the white skintight jeans
divulge what i tight been hiding

might be nice to go back and tell her it’s real
so she know what the deal is
(so she) don’t try and formulate a plan
to meet lucille it’s
[bridge]
so much better now chrissy
you have no idea
no idea

[verse 3]
no limits, cold b-tch it’s so vicious, no grimaces
low pitch i own it sis, don’t miss it, my genesis
flow glitches sometimes, but that’s just how my sl!ckness is
when you see me on the charts you’ll say that’s what my sickness is

i done heard it a million times. heard you a million times
god, it’s messing with my mental, am i missing a million signs?
could bust a million rhymes, and it would not matter
your world would still treat me like i make reality shatter, we scatter

the fact of the matter is the facts don’t agree with your feelings propaganda science got me fighting a five-foot glass ceiling
better stop and reflect that my colors got your colors revealing
i’m on h.r.t, and now we’re onions whose layers are peeling

hook:
oooh
got my own struggle
my own struggle
but it’s no trouble
oooh
got my own struggle
a whole struggle
but it’s no trouble

- cramos

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