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letra de your name - ekwesco

[intro]
no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name

(ek): man, f-cking…….ah!
i’m tired of this f-cking bullsh-t
stupid -ss job, got me barely scr-ping the got d-mn barrel
man, f-ck it. i’m done with this sh-t, i’m about to go hard!

no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name
no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name

[verse 1]
i had a bad day at work, and i’m stressed out
man i really wanna quit, i gotta get out
i’m sick of dealing with these idiots, chest-out
acting like a robot at the checkout
like “h-llo…sir…is that…..all?”
even though i’m happy the receipt’s that small
but i’m about to throw you in a big -ss wall
if i hear another word about a missing dog
it’s been a year already! take the loss!
and on top of that, i really hate my boss
because the office is locked and he stays p-ssed off
i swear that i’m gonna slice him with a blade across his neck
this check, minimum wage and i’m tired
i don’t even remember why i tried to get hired
but at this point i would die to get fired
i really wanna go on a strike like a lighter
run out, aim that tool
if i see you swimming, blow your brains in the pool
and all these wannabe rappers sound the same at my school
they hear your name and think “lame” like a rule
first world problems, i ain’t starving
i’m on probation, i can’t party
i’m so boring, i have fun hardly
one day i’m about to spark anarchy

[hook]
no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name
no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name
no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name
no one will remember your
no one will remember your
no one will remember your….name

[verse 2]
a little boy does his work in the cl-ss
the kids calling him an outcast
his earbuds blast outkast
he just writes while he’s thinking ’bout a gat
cause he was always known as the quiet kid
so he bought a notebook and he tried to spit
he would spend all day writing rhymes and sh-t
and when the teacher got close, he was hiding it
but one day, he went to school
and a bully tore his motherf-cking pad in half
he devised a plan that the very next day, he’d wear parachute pants and a mac to cl-ss (f-ck it!)
waistband tucked? walk with a limp
football jocks? cross with a step
slammed his back up against a locker
now they’re all on the floor as he holds a hot one
no one listened until it was done
too many people think it isn’t real when you’re young
kids been sparking up the steel, making ’em run
and you’re still acting like it all started with a gun
some kids shoot up sh-t to be famous
other kids do it out of built up hatred
i’m looking at society and see no changes
of people looking down on the teens like we’re nameless
it’s basic, just don’t be a d-ck
you never know who really got ahold of a clip
and you can probably hit him in the nose until it splits
but what you gonna do when he loads it, and hits?
seeking attention, you’re ceasing to mention
my teacher be flexing when equally repping
seeking redemption, you seen it and left it
i bleed through the pen as you speak to your dead kids

[outro]
“you basically just said n-body matters and we’re all gonna die forgotten.”

“awww, you gonna cry?”

- ekwesco

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