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letra de copiapó - dear-god

[verse 1: dear-god]
see i never fit in
i always tipped
they never wanted the tip in
i move on
i find who my people i fit with are
lunchtime, remember the people you’d sit with
when n0body else did?
bad influences have always been thwarted at me
since i was a good kid
and others were comin’ at me
got my guard up
shank and some grabba inside my khakis
west end, consuming ramen, rum, and jamaican patties
i don’t run to my daddy for money, i work
i’m really doing the most
dodging the xanax and percs
still need a detox
booze in my tummy it hurts
gargling salt water
cankers all over my mouth
i look like harry potter
i want a gun in my mouth
i want to mortgage a house
i want to feel free
i gotta get this sh-t out
i want to show you me
this sh-t is 3d
john cena jacked so out back you can see me
[chorus: dear-god]
searching for gold
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó
i want to grow
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó
searching for gold
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
picking in copiapó want to grow
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó

[verse 2: clairmont the second]
i’m broke baby
feeling like the 80s
might push some
back buggin’
docs prescribe percs and people not paying
pushing b-ttons if they keep playing
pushing b-ttons if they keep playing
acting like i don’t carry everybody
put the fear in everybody
see me in everybody
people speakin’ on my name
ears is getting calls
they don’t want my ass around these parts
i’m yelling at my walls
gotta work with what i got
if they try to tune me in
my ass selling all this rock (ah!)
[chorus: dear-god]
searching for gold
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó
i want to grow
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó
searching for gold
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
picking in copiapó want to grow
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó

[verse 3: dear-god]
breathwork
when i feel claustrophobic i drink whisky
plotting on ways to get back at people who big dissed me
my city hates to see people doing it big, really
seen 50, i want a milli now imma go get it
go split it, give it to all the people that held faith
make it rain over the fakes
thunder and earthquakes
everybody watching like what a difference a year makes
if you want diamonds and gold
takes blood and tears baby
[chorus: dear-god]
searching for gold
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó
i want to grow
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó
searching for gold
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
picking in copiapó want to grow
but trapped deep in the cold
i’m livin’ life in the mines
pickin’ in copiapó

- dear god

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