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letra de sound like - cyrus

[chorus]
yeah, what’s real?
always gonna say how i feel
i don’t know better
i ain’t got nowhere to go
but i see my name on that banner, oh
yeah, that’s real
always gonna say how i feel
put it on a cover
i ain’t got no place to go
but i see my name on that banner, oh
hold up, hold up
what that sound like?
ooouu
hold up, hold up
what that sound like?
ooouu tell me what it sound like (sound like)

[verse 1]
it sound like pain
it sound like hurt
it sound like waking on the same couch for the 10th day straight
it sound like the type of place where you can’t dream away
it sound like
it sound like pressure
it sound like the kid need to sit down for a second, full second
i work the night time shift because it pay better
reading the people’s lives and told the stories i can make better
write lyrics in my head and turn melodies into voice memos
remember ‘northside’ was just a beat-box in my old cellular
i used to smoke weed to help me sleep
because my thoughts stay vivid like however many pixels
i don’t watch television but i see the big picture
just a stencil to the frame that accompanies a real vision

[verse 2]
i ain’t got no words, i mean i got so many worrys
ever since i stopped caring, started carrying like barry
i mean i’m the dopest since the word
rapping’s not too dope to parents
but it’s still white t’s, sweat pants, and i’m not embarr-ssed
f-ck your feelings if you have em but at least you still wear em
can’t commit to nothing but commitment only leads to losing
like every lions game ever
you get the lead and then you lose it
but it’s detroit until i die and dying’s only meant for girls
and it’s black lives matter, it’s all lives matter
the only color that even matter is the gold that’s in my karats
but love sees color, that’s why my ex and i ain’t work out dog
obstruction in these lanes and always ready to bust a swerve up
ain’t afraid to move out when the p-ss is on the lease
i’ll pay them dues when they come
cause them don’ts ain’t cheap
what’s the cost of surviving when you slip bourbon to the seams
i don’t know
you can tell me when i see you in the streets

- cyrus

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