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letra de walk away - gloss up

[intro]
don’t you walk away from me, no (uh)
don’t you walk away from me (ayy)
(diego)
i’m chasin’ my dream
in the fast lane, ayy
uh, yeah
this my type of sh-t

[chorus]
ayy, i’m chasin’ my dream in the fast lane (in the fast lane)
didn’t get a chance to breathe when the fame came (when the fame came)
ever since he broke my heart, knew i wouldn’t be the same (i knew that)
i thought we was forever, so i tat his name (tat that)
now we don’t speak, sh-t hurt me (it hurt)
everything we did, was it worth it? (everything)
everything i did to you, you deserve it
he thought i was sad (huh?), i’m runnin’ up another bag (i’m runnin’ up a bag)
in love with a n-gga? i done fell in love with cash

[interlude]
don’t you walk away from me
ayy, n-ggas always wanna walk away (don’t walk away now)
he said this sh-t was forever, but look at him (you said that)
that n-gga said it was death row (look at you)
ayy (what happened?)
[verse 1]
thought it was forever, but you givin’ up (you givin’ up)
i thought we would get married, but you givin’ up (you givin’ up)
if i find another n-gga, then you outta luck (you outta luck)
if you get another b-tch, then i wouldn’t give a f-ck, on god
i’m a prize, and all these n-ggas know that (know that)
he said our lifestyle clashin’ and i know that (i’m like, “i know that”)
if everything was perfect, where we gon’ find room to grow at? (hmm?)
be wantin’ to delete all our pictures like f-ck a throwback

[verse 2]
these n-ggas be lame, playin’ victim like they never do sh-t (how?)
i ain’t no basic b-tch, you play me, i’ma pop my sh-t (on god)
you gon’ feel me in your heart, bet i make a n-gga cry (i bet)
’cause the next b-tch is not me, i ain’t gotta tell you why (i don’t)
he be tellin’ people it’s me knowin’ d-mn well it ain’t
if you ask to marry me, i’ma tell you i can’t (i’m sorry)
’cause i’m done with the bullsh-t, done with all the drama (on god)
i don’t need a n-gga for sh-t, i put that on my mama
[chorus]
ayy, i’m chasin’ my dream in the fast lane (in the fast lane)
didn’t get a chance to breathe when the fame came (when the fame came)
ever since he broke my heart, knew i wouldn’t be the same (i knew that)
i thought we was forever, so i tat his name (tat that)
now we don’t speak, sh-t hurt me (it hurt)
everything we did, was it worth it? (everything)
everything i did to you, you deserve it
he thought i was sad (huh?), i’m runnin’ up another bag (i’m runnin’ up a bag)
in love with a n-gga? i done fell in love with cash

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