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letra de joy//regrets - def manic

[verse 1]

bow to the pages, that got through the ages
pray to the lord, and pray to be rich man everybody famous
everybody blame us
never wanna live this life to be aimless
eyes are amazing, i just wanna be so close where the brain is

never gon’ play, when they running up state, and the guns go blaze
always gotta slay, when i think about the way, that i’m puffin’ on my haze
back to me
k!lling the blasphemy
we just have to breathe
with a plumped up b-tch that’s just mad at me
they gotta spread rumors, it’s a catastrophe
side eye to the mayans and the joe blows
you a little thief and you go low
praying to the lord and the heathens
the evils that wanna free us
sick witted and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle
but you, little wrong for the p-ssy mane
i know you wanna laugh but i feel your pain

yeah we really grew apart
yeah we always gone when it’s two of us
yeah we never ever gonna hang again
you always f-cken gone when i need a friend
times when i never ever wanna leave it
i don’t gotta score when i’m not needed
you wanna dip that’s your own reasons
gotta visualize all these old feelings
b-tches taught to let go
fickle minded man and i said so
mane, die with the beat, ride to the drums
side with a snitch, and you gotta lose my love
stick to the battle
stick to the battle
sick of all of the foolish, i’m never rattled
spill blood to all of those that diss us
rappers talk, but they playing catch up
wow when this games got you f-cked up
play with the heat, stash all the drugs
ride with a cl!ck, live for the night
find what you like, die for the fight, dumb
yeah
but death is scary
like that night you were meant to tell me
give no f-cks, not necessary
i got too, try a be a visionary

(brap, brap, brap)

please pray to lord that i need that jesus (jesus)
pray to the poor, i need this (need this), please offer to fall your legions (legions)
please don’t die for the heathens (heathens)
please don’t die for the false, please just help me to help you the most
please just tell me what the h-ll i need
please just guide me to finally see

regrets:

[male lead]
broken trusted like you stepped on ice
knife in the back, everybody wanna take yo life
you said i would be trouble, you were dead on right
stare at myself in the mirror and reflect on mine

[female lead]

there’s way too many dramas to leave behind us
why do the reminders have to find us
cause every time i close my eyes, i feel it, i can conceal it
i regret them nights, with you yeah
and them texts caught you lying ooo babe

oh who the h-ll are we kidding
it’s a young city sl!cker lifestyle that we livin’
but now i wanna know
was this even real or just for show?
i swear i hate this feeling yeah

- def manic

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