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letra de month of july - foolnews

[verse 1]

literally every year, i feel closer to death
don’t worry, no one’s depressed
i mean like, i know i’m gonna die some day
so i’m always low-key hoping that the time don’t change
i still hope for the best
i will cope with the stress
of growing old, there’s no control over the program of flesh
and every moment i’ve been holdin’, make me choke and digest
but can we back it up?
to the past, can i have it once?
back to when i didn’t ask so much?
asking what the pastor does
and why in him we have to trust
why do people wanna pack of drugs?
i want the time to stand still like a statue does
can’t believe that i’m done, but every meeting was fun
i wanna see the g i’ve become
i wish my dad was here to say that he believes in son
but screw it
i won’t know when i’m next
i could dive in front of you and take a blow to the chest, and bleed out
but [?]
they say i’m close-minded, but my heart is open for guests
so have a laugh at that
tap a lad and have a dap at my afro back
when i dyed it wrong; accidentally plaid and black
people double-taking, had ’em looking back at that
there was no hat on that
but keep chuckling
won’t forget the time that i rode with my brother in his fancy cadillac
one summer, when we were selling his cd’s and met this rapper that sold supplements
he told me, “let everything that you have adapt.”
i put in my two cents and gotta half it back
do the math in that, cos the aftermath is that i’m giving cataracts with the bright future i have in rap
but what’s a future knowing that i can’t avoid the end with no maneuvers?
to some, that is beautiful because it’s ending sooner
or later in my life, i wanna be an over-doer
that’s over-doing humanism, stopping all polluters
if words really k!ll, speak the language of a shooter
i stopped attending church, trying musical communion
the problem is we’re sitting here and never getting newer
you only live once, so what’s your solution?
and now we’re at it again
i’m kinda (yelling at the air), as if i’m mad at a friend
but it’s that same oxygen on which we have to depend
that could be the reason we don’t reach a thousand-and-ten
but, i’m just thinking loud
i over-do that and i’m freaking out now
if we knew the day we die, and we could see the countdown
i would never even worry about you peeping soundclouds

[instrumental]

[hook]
i won’t forget the month of july
i met these girls, we walked around and we were talkin’ inside for like
two hours about thoughts in the mind, their favorite rappers, shopping, jobs, and the time
and they were strangers
ignoring all threats that could be in the dangers
for a conversation, that’s the point i’m makin’
life’s a sick joke, we should treat it like a patient
if we can’t do that, then who are we as a nation?

[outro]
yo it’ll be like
na-na, na na na na na
na na na
it’ll be like that and i’ll be saying
na, na na na na na

- foolnews

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