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letra de where i am (k21 remix) - funkoars

[intro: mariska veres (sampled)]
“i
i don’t go too far and—
i don’t go too far and—
i don’t go too far and—
i don’t—i”

[verse 1: trials]
rock-stars back then threw their tvs out
i’m like, “f-ck that” balconies just freak me out
all i think about is jumping off, do it and die
freaking out waiting for the raid like louie the fly
huh! more of this sh-t, day getting worse
by night talking how sick the gravediggaz were
now i’m paranoid of the gaping void in the door
that the smoke might get out
x popped his head out, check the coast is clear
like dudes with no idea
that don’t want refugee blokes here
picking up the phone, press it, down to reception
late check-out? nah, you do that at check-in
so i either sleep now or drop
but the party don’t stop till cambodian rock
it’s only when you so low that you know you so high
like being freaked out by two big balloons in the sky
like, “what the f-ck?”

[chorus: samples & funkoars]
“i don’t go to far and” (on and on and on and on)
“i don’t go to far and” (on and on and on and on)
“i don’t go to far and” (on and on and on and on)
you ain’t gotta wake up tomorrow, do it again like oh!
“i don’t go to far and” (on and on and on and on)
“i don’t go to far and” (on and on and on and on)
“i don’t go to far and” (on and on and on and on)
you ain’t gotta wake up tomorrow, do it again like oh!

[verse 2: sesta]
lock the hinges, bolt the hatches
but the window open ‘case they catch us
say we needa make an escape and gotta get out quick
forget our sh-t, we’re caught with this we’re
gone, now is that really worth it?
drown out the sound of the earth giving birth
to the paranoia that’ll spoil a good game of 2k
got me wigging out like a toupee
manager’s saying, “give me something to work with”
mum say, “boy, you really need to start working”
i say, “you pay and carry the p-ss through
the lobby, meanwhile i’ll make a diversion”
usually it’s nice as the pain that i’m nursing
every single city has a similar version
i just note that i’m in one of them
if the crowd givin’ love you can stand up in front of them
and oh!

[verse 3: hons]
now, don’t worry ’bout them, i picked ’em up at the bar
two girls, one fought for a bit of minaj
[?] blanket on me, check it with a black light
birdies in the clubhouse wanna play the back nine
par, there’s two of ’em picking up women
different one every night like i’m barney stinson
ayy, funkoars, you wanna party with us?
ever since step daddy, been their father figures
checked in for the déjà vu
fire hot and on the ground that was sprayed by food
and i laugh till i’m godd-mn blue in the face
i didn’t trip the alarm to vacate the place
plus the trolley in the lobby ain’t me
but if you vacuum our room, i’ll prolly take the heat
i need to be home, yeah, me and my sofa
till next friday comes and we all do it over again

- funkoars

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