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letra de solo & suspicious - ea olotoa

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[chorus]
tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange
i miss my late night conversations
i miss my late night conversations

[verse 1]
“hey there, how’s it goin’?”
keep it lowkey, don’t lose your cool
your dorky, and it’s showin’
spooky, just keep words flowin
smiling, this bomb is blowin’
christ, now all that i’m knowin’s
if i, drop more spaghetti
my mind is gonna explodey

that girl thinks i’m so funny
i feel so godd-mn lucky
i still ain’t gonna do nothing
just standing here like a dummy

tonight i’m just m-st-rbating
two weeks i’m still m-st-rbating

so used to being silly
not normal, that style would k!ll me

and many penny pinches
plenty flinches
talking to hunnies

just go up there and say hi
so my mama will f-ckin hug me

no woman will ever love me
no one else’ll be thеre for me
my words are just too еccentric
i’m ain’t good at conversatin

blam!

[chorus]
tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange
i miss my late night conversations
i miss my late night conversations

[verse 2]
i will
take a lil moment imma diss this part
everytime that i hear vic’s voice on this song i press the b-tton to the right of “start”
fast forward
s’over
it ain’t
quick like twista
don’t have chance’s heart

it’s the song’s black sheep
don’t play in the jeep, it’s so cheap
bottom of the chart

vic, vic raps, vic’s cr-p, what sap let him spit on this perfect track

i mean normally
you get two or three
lines in a song that just suck ass

but mensa’s 48 seconds of sh-t shouldn’t f-cking last
if i can’t skip it, it’ll k!ll the the vibe all the time when the speakers blast
it’s f-ckin trash, and the in a crazy flash
it reminds me of my past
so isolated
no friends, i was hated
ignored, separated
correlation’s integrated
metaphorically they used to kick my ass

let’s get back
to that rap
i feel so alienated and sad

talkin nonsense
no friends, until recent
swooce squad, boys have my back

[pre-chorus]
we’re all intimidating
we’re all intimidating
we’re all intimidating
speaking’s a frustration

tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange

i miss my late night conversations
we’re all intimidating (yeah yeah yeah)

[chorus]
tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y (momma thinks i’m g-y)
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange

i miss my late night conversations (late night conversations)
i miss my late night conversations (its by ea)

[verse 3]
i can’t let it go

ever since i was a yungun i be lonely
used to be
really energetic, very goofy
unique
independent spaztic and a rude g
i be floating far from the world like the moon, see
lowkey

family too silly, only got me
decree
struggle with my fam, and i’m not free

that’s the new parable
sometimes imma need to be alone
sometimes all i really need is you three

and when it comes to having friends then im joe tribban
and though my style freakish i can still make em happy
buildin up the hype like i protest nam

cause i’m lovin errybody
and i’m your buddy
keep it funny, and i’m mothaf-ckin nutty
i ain’t dumb, see

im gettin too embarrassed
perpetually careless

i don’t mind it but i want you with me
please be approachable

even though i’m independent
if i can’t make any friendships
imma never gonna live a happy life
and my mother and my father they made such a hermit
this is just a thanks to those that tolerate me
the ones that i praise and i’m thanking
i love people, giving meaning to my life
and i wanna make some friends but i can’t cause i’m lanky
everyone’s cold, alway’s faking, ah

[chorus]
tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange

i miss my late night conversations
we’re all intimidating

tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange

i miss my late night conversations
i miss my late night conversations

tournaments on tournaments
my mama thinks i’m g-y
i got garbage on my twitter feed
all my homies think i’m strange

i miss my late night conversations
i miss my late night conversations

- ea olotoa

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