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letra de lost in terabytes - frank the songman

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you couldn’t give me a call
i had to get me a job

you were the sum of it all
i was a kid in a shop

i was a bit of a flop
i was a bit of a cop
always complaining but never explaining
why i had to get to the top

i was a bit of a bum
you were a bit of a queen
and i had to struggle i got into trouble
for never fulfilling my dreams

you were as quiet as sand
i was a storm in the sky

hawking a luke
stuck in a booth
stuck in a coup
stephen hawking with the loop hole
i should be studying too
i‘m missing the buddies at school
feeling like a f-cking tool
i just got up out the booth
i just got up for the truth

boy tossing adderall out out the pedestal
i could really get the boost f-ck it
i ain‘t really gon do it
i rap while the people keep booing
y‘all peaking i‘m sleuthing
i be peeking out the movies
i be seeking out the goonies
i be screaming
f-ck noobies

i was a boy in the coop
playing with toys in the room
plotting a ploy in the loop
i could‘ve poisoned a troop

i would‘ve told em to never get over me
watch as i‘m coining a move
i put the foil in the booth
leave it to spoil in the coup

biting everybody, body
just to prove i still got it
in a mood, i‘m still wilding
fireproof y‘all mild sh-t

time and time again
i be going in
go and tell a friend

said, time and time again
i be going in
go and tell a friend

everybody always getting mad at everything
weather bring sadness
grab yo wedding rings
und pull up in a castle
acting like a king
at you tennis court
wanna hit a grand slam
you want more
hosting a main event
you want sports

eventually everybody getting bored
eventually everybody want stores
eventually everybody going out their way to buy things they can not afford
it is a feeling i cannot afford
it is a feeling i cannot avoid
approaching the void, i’m making noise
voicing the boys that never got employed
i’m hoisting the poison that i should destroy

paranoid when i’m making my points
bear in mind i’ve blowing my joints
writing papers while i’m looking for coins
get toyed, just to flow like a boy
i’m annoyed by things you enjoy

bumping that sesh

- frank the songman

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