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letra de reminiscing - edot babyy

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[intro: edot babyy & ruth b.]
there was a time when i was alone
nowhere to go and no place to call home (rrah-rrah-rrah)
there was a time when i was alone
nowhere to go and no place to call home
it’s edot, baby (grrah)

[chorus]
there was a time, like (there was a time)
i’d get in my feelings and start writin’ rhymes
go dumb wit’ a deuce or a .9
everyday, i just think back and wanna rewind
like, free all the bros doin’ time (free all the bros)
he ain’t uppin’, he ain’t one of mine (at all)
i’m too tact’, b-tch, i’m one of a kind (grrah-grrah)
think he slimey, we gon’ do ’em slime (baow-baow)
lost my dog, yeah, it hurt
for him, i’ma make it, stay puttin’ work (r.i.p bro)
all the opps in that v get reversed
i throw a shot, put the knock in her purse (rrah-rrah-rrah)
like, my b-tch bad, yeah, she gangster
she act bad, wit’ the d-ck, rearrange her
to the bag, i never been a stranger
f-ck all the cops, tell the judge, “free banga”
[verse]
from the heart, miss that pain
they ain’t wit’ you, just stay ’cause ya’ name (’cause ya’ name)
since like 12, i was puttin’ in pain (puttin’ in pain)
i lost bro, n-ggas day had that rain (rrah-rrah-rrah)
let it rain, it’s gon’ pour (dead)
dead bodies, i see on the floor (grrah-grrah)
they took bro and i declared a war
they know we wit’, stay uppin’ the score (uppin’ the score)
can’t lack, stay dangerous
pray to god every night that i make it (night that i make it)
free rundown, boy, ain’t give a statement (at all)
after that sitchy, a n-gga turned famous (that n-gga turned famous)
wit’ the knocker, i don’t got no patience (no patience)
he got guns in his pictures, i framed ’em (i framed ’em)
do they love me? do they hate me? (what?)
i got n-ggas that’s tryna erase me (grrah-grrah, boom)

[chorus]
there was a time, like (there was a time)
i’d get in my feelings and start writin’ rhymes
go dumb wit’ a deuce or a .9
everyday, i just think back and wanna rewind
like, free all the bros doin’ time (free all the bros)
he ain’t uppin’, he ain’t one of mine (at all)
i’m too tact’ b-tch, i’m one of a kind (grrah-grrah)
think he slimey, we gon’ do ’em slime (baow-baow)
lost my dog, yeah, it hurt
for him, i’ma make it, stay puttin’ work (r.i.p bro)
all the opps in that v get reversed
i throw a shot, put the knock in her purse (rrah-rrah-rrah)
like, my b-tch bad, yeah, she gangster
she act bad, wit’ the d-ck, rearrange her
to the bag, i never been a stranger
f-ck all the cops, tell the judge, “free banga”
[outro: edot babyy & ruth b.]
i am a lost boy, from neverland
usually hanging out with peter pan
i am a lost boy (free all the bros), from neverland (at all)
usually hanging out with (grrah-grrah) peter pan (baow-baow)
away from all of reality
neverland is home to lost boys like me
and there was—, there was—