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letra de the replay - flat out

[verse 1: michael meaney]
i don’t wanna be the one to say something
tell me that it’s real and take it all if it’s fake love
pull around the curb until it’s sideways
tell me where we’re going and we’re jumping on the highway

say something that you’ve never said before
take nothing when you leave, you know you love to settle scores
okay, what, the same when you wait on it
can you feel the energy you hate on it but rеally i’m okay with it

[verse 2: franco]
first off, f-ck you if you don’t like us
joey on the kеys and you know that the touch is midas
verses hot as furnaces, barely scratching the surfaces
i scribble scary thoughts up where my journal is and murder this

i came through with stilettos, b-tch, your blood, i want a taste
from the burbs to the ghettos, know my name be holding weight
i spend too much time with kleaver so i wanna swing the blade
i got a need for speed so i might just go do the race

[pre-chorus]
i hold my breath until the tires hit the freeway
you know i talk a lot but that’s just how i relay
i close my eyes and keep the pedal to the metal
hope that god has other plans than making me stay in the replay
i hold my breath until the tires hit the freeway
you know i talk a lot but that’s just how i relay
i close my eyes and keep the pedal to the metal
hope that god has other plans than making me stay in the replay

[chorus: joe occhiuti, michael meaney]
don’t give a f-ck about the medicine they feed me
take the doctor from the greed
take the freedom from the needy
hang ’em up and drain ’em, bleed ’em

i don’t owe you sh-t
pull over the side
you better watch what happens, quick
goin’ for a ride, i wanna show you how i live

[post-chorus]
baby, i don’t feel no pain
you don’t want a piece of what’s inside my brain
baby it’s a godd-mn shame
you don’t know my song, it’s not the same old game

[bridge]
trash the guts chillin’, twice half a rap villain
no cap in my village, i’m rash with decisions
got rappers dissecting like i’m teaching a class on your ass
now take these lessons, put your l’s in a bag
i don’t wanna be here anyway
pull up on me, what you gonna say?
better hope, ’cause i won’t hesitate
get the f-ck up out my way because i’m not okay

[outro]
baby, i don’t feel no pain
you don’t want a piece of what’s inside my brain
baby it’s a godd-mn shame
you don’t know my song, it’s not the same old game

i hold my breath until the tires hit the freeway
you know i talk a lot but that’s just how i relay
i close my eyes and keep the pedal to the metal
hope that god has other plans than making me stay in the replay

- flat out

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