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letra de escape - dryve

[intro]
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[verse 1: abstract]
hope that everyone i left behind is doin’ good
sorry you ain’t seen me in the neighborhood
truth is, i’ve been out here bein’ ruthless
used to feel boxed in, now i’m roofless
stunt like i been on track for the good life
they all wanna know what it feel like
all i really know is it feels right
got goals, wanna hit the top floor
paint it like a monet, but i hope i get to see it
poor guy painted all his life and they never understood
now the people linin’ up to see it
whoa, do i gotta die for my art?
i swear, i really write from my heart
knew i was the guy from the start
never woulda known by the cards
but it’s okay, i don’t feel ways
i’m on my way now
lot on my plate; hit up my phone—you gotta wait now
told you i was gonna make moves
told you you were gonna make due
i ain’t gonna listen to the voicemail
you ain’t gon’ ruin my mood
hope i serve as inspiration
get to work and stop your waitin’
know i enjoy the time, if it’s any consolation

[chorus: jermie falcone]
i’ve been missin’ calls like the days without a phone
and you’ve been livin’ wreckless like your parents aren’t home
you’re just lost in your mind, lost in the wave, lost in the wave
tryna behave, this your escape—you can’t escape
and i’ve been missin’ calls like the days without a phone
and you’ve been livin’ wreckless like your parents aren’t home
you’re just lost in your mind, lost in the wave, lost in the wave

[verse 2: zero]
gettin’ lost, gettin’ set free
no feeling when you text me
heart shattered at a jetspeed
i don’t think you ever get me, check me
missed a call, never called back
showin’ up all at my crib, you need to fall back
you’ve been livin’ sorta wreckless for the last month, um…
tell me what the f-ck is all that?
now me and you are somethin’ unexplained
once or twice we coulda lit the flame
nothin’ ever caught, and that’s a shame
’cause we could probably set the world ablaze
but we ain’t ever kindle, and it’s really sorta simple
we just never had the spark to put the fluid to
if you show up uninvited and i’m feelin’ kinda lonely
then it’s obvious what i’m about to do to you
since you wanna live your life just like your parents’ never home
then it’s clearly what the f-ck is goin’ down
you’ll get lost inside the wave, and girl, i hope you don’t behave
because the time to change it up just isn’t now
i really think you’re somethin’ sorta special
i just never said that sh-t before
it’s time that you come here to settle down
and maybe you could find what this is for

[voicemail]
you were one of my best friends
and, um, i miss you a lot
and, um, there’s a lot of alcohol in my system right now
so you could just ignore all of this message, because—

[verse 3: dryve]
you be hittin’ my phone like you hittin’ these rocks
my line is a rope and you tyin’ these knots
i’ve been seein’ those pics though, you drinkin’ a lot
she a plug on the streets, in the club she a thot
took a whole year just to work on the album
thirty flippin’ burgers, somethin’ i can not fathom
i got all this drive like i pulled up in a phantom
told ’em i would do it, no, this sh-t is not random
but what’s a king without a queen?
an artist without a dream?
i thought that she was perfect
but that sh-t ain’t what it seems
girl, you were my everything, the one i do-or-die for
grindin’ on the low, you’re the one that i provide for
but she got no feelings like a robot or a cyborg
openin’ her legs just like my suicide doors
i was tryna make moves
you were tryna cut loose
now i just gotta cut you off
but you back in my room
back to back but never back to basics
said it once before, but it’s still the same sh-t
say this time’s for real but she keep on playin’
’cause the p-ssy’s good but the love is hatred
lay awake all night, can’t escape from these thoughts
’cause when the crowd goes away, i know she’s all that i got
picture her in my bed, like that’s all that i want
but you can only play russian roulette with lead until someone gets shot

[outro: dryve]
until someone gets shot
i be out chasin’ that guap
so if you out wastin’ my time, i’d be icin’ my watch

[voicemail]
sorry, this is bullsh-t
okay, bye

- dryve

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