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letra de sauvignon acrobat - ditto ph

[verse]
i get lost in the sauce crawl under the fog in the mist
no longer subscriptions our fathers religions
but i call to your god when the cops stalk us for a frisk
we don’t talk anymore, like little lost brothers

when the game is on pause, boys bolt to a brothel
or a strip club for a real quick minute
cross faded at parties, sitting still like a toddler on a collar
never answer no calls, make room should i call her

she said still it never was a valid excuse
even if i had two shots or a, few bottles to drink
and to think b-tch ask for my name and my cellphonе number in exchange for hеrs
twas a trade, what a simp
spilled a drop on my brand new polo
caught a glimpse of my homies charcoal black doc martens, with a stain

i just copped this, just incase you forgotten
well isn’t that a shame, minding my business
i ain’t got the attention no time for your games
on the low low, i walk past her, whip my cape and i exit in slow-mo

please don’t bother me, i need me some sp-ce
breathe pass me the tissue, please, paper apologies
i step out for a smoke, i trust that peace is a must and escape the crowd and the blokes
need nothing but a little time for my mind to think and reflect from the dust i inhaled
i glanced at the floor and i broke my phone, attacks of my asthma still it prevails
[reprise]
i have a couple confessions
i have a couple confessions
i have a couple confessions

please somebody call the priest
i have a couple confessions
i have a couple confessions
i have a couple confessions

whoa whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa whoa
i have a couple confessions
whoa whoa whoa

[verse]
uh
fiver fingers flip through the pages family albums
thousand similar pictures different ages, ambivalent places locations birthday parties and childish tantrums
now i, understand why, we moves houses often, mine felt too random at the time
for a kid younger than nine

all these memories from the past, yes i know that the past is a phantom
christmas presents and familiar faces
i think i still, remember waking up in the middle of the night
asking my momma why do we have to die
i was curious, only light was coming from her computer as she typed
and she worked mad late, wide awake in the night, told me to sleep, said i had school in the future
i maneuvered with my humor and we laughed and the tension was neutered and she sighed
one day we all have to die anak, that’s life, i love you momma

- ditto ph

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