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letra de woman - don cook (rapper)

[hook]
now, ain’t n-body tryna feel this stubborn
ain’t n-body tryna feel this
and ain’t n-body tryna feel this stubbon
cause i ain’t the only person that i’ve hurt

[verse 1]
i started having to defend my thoughts in words
searching for a pen, i start to turn
burn down the tent, sent to murder the gent and his fancy girl
at first glance, you think that everybody gives a d-mn
serve and -ssist the living when you can
man, all of us can f-ck around and get cussed at
fussed at, f-ck that hurt, but
early in the morning that’s only a moment
holding you, molding you, what you become?
nothing slower than growing out of emotions that opens to only those i can trust
a cold ocean of blood is flowing out of a soldier that chose to hold in his l-st
but how the f-ck am i supposed to get over you?
knowing that all of this is a bust
so, dear listener, picture a kid who isn’t just missing her
but forgets all the injuring that a message had done to her. motherf-ckers would jump to her
undercover, he’s lovin her, something just had to give
so this is to you, the realest shit i’ve spit in a few
i hope you’re listening through
a f-cking internet message, bet that it’s better for you
cause i was sitting in groups of people
believe me when i say that we’re through
opening up a message on a social network is better than letting me know in a letter?
header could of read:
“instead of the truth, i think i’m better than you”
and b-tch you know, on top of ruining my day you went and stepped on me too. and so!

[hook]

[verse 2]
i have the right to express my mind and soul
old enough to sin, my eyes are closed
hoping to vent to the rhythm, the instant the mic is on
a cold hiss is slurred by mr. frigid, is it the winter blizzard that served him an icy home?
nice and cozy to those who were nice to know me, welcome to my lonely humble aboad
no hope what shows up in the cl-ssroom
no hoes to loathe over and act cool
no joke, the dome opens and mad tools
shit’ll hit you back into your stool, bearing bad news
i get my -ss chewed out, that’s f-cking past due
i had my back to the wall and shoot, man’s suicidal
the loaded ruger beside him
i’m looking back at the strap and imagine a m-ss shooter

[outro]
ain’t n-body tryna feel this stubborn
ain’t n-body tryna feel this
ain’t n-body tryna feel this stubborn
ain’t n-body tryna feel this
ain’t n-body tryna feel this stubborn
ain’t n-body tryna feel this
ain’t n-body tryna feel this stubbon
cause i ain’t the only person that i’ve hurt

- don cook rapper

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