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letra de melodies from miami - eelmatic

[intro: eelmatic and adele]
i heard that your dreams came true
i heard that your dreams came true
uh, uh, i’ma need

[refrain]
yeah, i’ma need apologies
same ones who wouldn’t support say they proud of me
all them motherf-ckers doubted me
i beat all odds and i give credit to god, momma

[pre-chorus]
i remember driving home passing midland drive
riding thinking ’bout the day that i’d be getting signed
now a n-gga in miami out on ocean drive
having talks about us signing on that dotted line

[chorus]
oh, i used to watched the game from the bleachers
now i’m in it and i’m kicking sh-t with rappеrs like adidas
so i’m writing all these songs, gotta feed ‘еm
beats i’m making, baking like anita
cooking sh-t up ’cause i gotta feed the family
i go to studio alone ’cause not many understand me
i’m a long way from home writing songs out in miami
[verse]
they see i’m on and call my phone, you must be playing now
i wrote these songs all alone, n-gga, why your hand out?
first time out here on the road seeing fans now
all these smiling faces, it look like just what i prayed about
sometimes you gotta lose to win
i done lost some friends and we probably won’t speak again
’cause everybody can’t come with you, that’s just how it plays out
the real n-ggas gonna be there, fake ones gonna fade out, yeah
got real n-ggas who won’t play about me
cooks from 35th, he’ll spin the block in broad day about me
give a f-ck about what she say about me
she can’t stand how i’m the man now, and she played about me
how we break up in october, now you’re due in july?
you wasn’t ever riding, you was telling me lies
i was on the road when you was f-cking with dough
all the sh-t you told me could be further from true
she got childhood charms and she fighting demons
so i’m praying for the best for you, shawty, i mean it
still climbing for higher highs, but i’m never reaching
that’s why my life is like the sh-t that i’ve been dreaming

[chorus]
oh, i used to watched the game from the bleachers
now i’m in it and i’m kicking sh-t with rappers like adidas
so i’m writing all these songs, gotta feed ’em
beats i’m making, baking like anita
cooking sh-t up ’cause i gotta feed the family
i go to studio alone ’cause not many understand me
i’m a long way from home writing songs out in miami
uh, i’ma need
[refrain]
yeah, i’ma need apologies
same ones who wouldn’t support say they proud of me
all them motherf-ckers doubted me
i beat all odds and i give credit to god, momma

- eelmatic

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