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letra de dead - daddex

[chorus: daddex]
i said that i’m okay
but the drama can’t get out my brain
i been on the road tryna get paid
but these b-tches always get in my way
get the f-ck out of my face (my face)
pack your bags, get the f-ck out my sp-ce (my sp-ce)
movin’ fast, now i’m pumping my brakes (my brakes)
don’t come between me and my cake (my cake)

[verse 1: daddex]
i just want it all, winter through the fall
money calling on the line, they can hear it through the walls
i can’t feel a thing cause the perccies and the wock
can’t n0body tell me nothing, i can’t hear at all
and don’t think i don’t condone, lil baby, i am not involved
drop a six inside my soda just so i can see the stars
and this potion got me booted up, i think that i’m on mars
don’t know where i’m going, but i know i’m going far

and shawty where the f-ck was you when i was living in the dark
taking downers for depression, that sh-t left me with no heart
now i’m all alone because you didn’t play your part
i feel like emotions end up leaving you with scars
i can’t seem to shake the demons living in my head
f-ck it all, i grab the pills and face the monsters in my bed
she want me to fall in love, but that’s not what i said
lately i can’t get enough of you wanting me dead, woah
[chorus: daddex]
i said that i’m okay
but the drama can’t get out my brain
i been on the road tryna get paid
but these b-tches always get in my way
get the f-ck out of my face (my face)
pack your bags, get the f-ck out my sp-ce (my sp-ce)
movin’ fast, now i’m pumping my brakes (my brakes)
don’t come between me and my cake (my cake)

[verse 2: wayne chapo]
i been on the road, lil baby you can’t stop this
catch me blowing smoke in the middle of a mosh pit
i been getting gone, rollin’ up another rocket
shawty on my phone, said she wanna come and top it
your b-tch said she love but i know it’s cause i’m poppin’
never love a broke b-tch, that is not an option
thuggin’ with my bro, we pull [?]
i can’t trust no hoe, they be talking ’bout that nonsense

f-ck out my face, i ain’t into playing games
all dash, no brakes, swerving into different lanes
my mind all over the place, i been tryna shed these demons
tryna kick the cup but i’m still pourin’ frozen lean in
every time i’m on the [?] i swear these b-tches line up
rumors that i’m single and they askin’ where to sign up
how the f-ck you dissin’ and you miss me, girl your times up
how the f-ck you dissin’ and you miss me, girl your times up
yeah, yeah
[chorus: daddex]
i said that i’m okay
but the drama can’t get out my brain
i been on the road tryna get paid
but these b-tches always get in my way
get the f-ck out of my face (my face)
pack your bags, get the f-ck out my sp-ce (my sp-ce)
movin’ fast, now i’m pumping my brakes (my brakes)
don’t come between me and my cake (my cake)

- daddex

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