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letra de tick tock - erick rynn

[intro]
tick, tock, tick, tock
acting like the sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime, tick tock…
okey, me gusta cómo suena, deja grabo eso rápido

[chorus]
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)

[verse 1]
let’s take a minute and have a real talk (okay, what’s up?)
what was the last time that you gave a f-ck? (i don’t know)
what was the last time you hit your head with the wall? (ahm…)
feeling like you are dying in the corner of a hall (oh yeah, it was yesterday, yeah)
it’s 3:30 in the morning and i can’t feel myself
every single thought that i’m thinking puts me in reserve
happiness and depression are always parallel
i need some time to think about what is going in my brain, aye
character developing like i’m f-cking prince zuko
demons creeping once again, i know i’m going loco
the world around me is always changing, i feel like i’m rocko
people stomping in my face, they don’t give a f-cko, yeah
i’ve been trying my best, i don’t have time to take a rest
feeling dizzy over this beat like is always in repeat
got a lot of sh-t to say please go take a f-cking seat
dealing with my sh-t alone, but i know i’m gonna defeat, yeah
[chorus]
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)

[verse 2]
el silencio es profundo y yo lo puedo sentir
la verdad no sé qué decir no te puedo yo mentir
paranoia y depresión es lo que puedo yo sentir
noches de tortura y presión, lo puedo predecir
como dan marino lanzar un hail mary ganador
pecho tierra en la trinchera escucho ruidos de estruendor
yo puedo ver gente rezando y pidiendo por favor
que dios deje que con vida terminen su gran labor
en vez de quejarme y actuar como todo un perdedor
lucho por lo que yo quiero aunque lo haga con dolor
de cabeza dejo el mundo con mi gran habilidad
de decir lo que yo quiera aunque sea una calamidad
que no sea un problema lo que piensen los demás
por favor siempre ten presente el valor que tu das
dedo medio a las personas que te van a criticar
en los que ellos hablan, yo solo me pongo a practicar, ey
[chorus]
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)

[outro]
acting like sh-t, but you don’t even have a dime
tick, tock, tick, tock, you are running out of time
everybody’s getting f-cked up while you are dealing with your life
why don’t you take out your wrist and then you cut it with a knife? (yeah)

- erick rynn

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