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letra de the room - dubby of team loko

[intro]
for me [6x]
they ain’t ready for me (for me)

[verse 1]
uhh uhh, i’m like
blue painted walls with a slightly slanted picture frame
laundry all over the carpet, but the bed is made
to the left’s a rusty dumbbell and a couple weights
couple roaches sitting all alone on a paper plate
there he sits, pen is gripped
beats hung over speakers
that he bought for 20 dollars
said he wish he found them cheaper
and his wallet got a dollar
but that laundry needed cleaning
now he broke like diving boards when fatties enter the deep end
and that’s where he happens to be in
girlfriend is trying to reach him
ignore it, she probably leave him
but he’s sure these bars are decent
she dumped him, said she peacin’
picked music over his gf
and the bars that made them break up
were a fly when they released
what a struggle, what a struggle
when that light is so above you
and that darkness so apparent
like you barely in a tunnel
like you barely see the brightness
like you trapped beneath the rubber
when they hear you yelling out
but won’t get close enough to touch you

[hook]
he was on a high and could never come down
and his mrs. had him fooled into thinking he was foolish for dreaming in the clouds
and now we faded with a cup
with another b-tch to f-ck
but his lady back in town
but he’s patient to his death
til you find him at his desk
sitting, bobbing to the sound
thinking to himself, “they ain’t ready for me.”

[verse 2]
blue painted walls, with a slightly slanted picture frame
laundry folded, but a dent sit where the broad had laid
put the weights in the closet, he thought he’d rearrange
tv muted showing local news, channel 8
got a turkey sandwich and mayonnaise
got a lay’s stack on his bad leg
crumbs on the mattress, had them
when the bud’s in and the bud lit
go along with the beat with his drumsticks
and his p-ssion like a numbness
was an addict, but never one to hit
with the bad lips, he a junky
his broke bed, his note pad
like a home base for that dope lab
but a coatrack with a black jacket
flow cold as i blow from the fan action
snapback is so backwards
frat gl-sses, no kappa
beat stop, he hopped up
and straightened that pic that was so slanted
they said he dropped the ball
he said that b-tch was flat
and now he on the ladder cutting pieces of the net
and anytime he felt the doubt
he pulled it out and let it sit
and never left without the nylon
that reminded him he did it

[outro]
they ain’t ready for me (for me) [x2]

- dubby of team loko

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