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letra de entourage - hadji gaviota

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(verse 1)
just another happy day in the neighborhood
i’m just tryna find a way i can stay for good
see my homie got a case, hope he make it through
if you listening my boy yeah we gon pray for you

he was talkin’ “hit the road for a concert”
now he talkin’ bout parole and a sponsor
cause he hopped up in the rolls – no, the mazda
and he whipped it for a mile with the toxins

in his stomach but he fronting and the cops won
boutta park, his engine running and they stopped him
he ain’t even try to get me from the jail phone
i was prolly in my dorm getting tailbone

i should’ve been there at your side dude
i’ll pick you up we’ll hit the drive-thru
(yeah, ay)

so we whip it to the island for the beach day
man this life is surely sweeter than the peach state

(hook)
another day in the neighborhood, another day in the neighborhood
yeah, uh
another day in the neighborhood, another day in the neighborhood
yeah, uh, alright (4x)

queensboro to jamaica center, hoe let’s get it!
queensboro to, yeah

(verse 2)
there’s a shorty that i met way out in whitestone
got a lawn, couple floors, what a nice home
after drinks, took her home, see the lights off
said her pops must be gone, let the dice fall

at this point i really prolly shoulda lost her
cause her daddy woulda tried to make me into pasta
takes the fam to city island weekends for the lobster
yeah in queens, we just like to call that guy a mobster

hit the bong in her room
yeah my head is gone, i’m lit
when i hear the key is turning in the door
oh sh-t!

i’m not tryna try no hudson scuba diving
sorry girl you ain’t rapunzel, but i’m sliding, ha

with the bedsheet out the window
i beat a level on nintendo!
(yeah, hey)

jumping out the goomba house so i ain’t stepped on
i miss those independent tens at penn i slept on
f-ck

(hook)

(outro)
tell em you love it
tell em they jealous and thou shalt not covet
tell em manhattan is outta your budget
tell em you’ll die ‘fore you enter the suburbs
(uh, wait)

tell em you lonely
tell em you can’t tell the real from the phony
tell em you young but you feel like you 40
tell em or don’t cause they’ll think you’re annoying
(uh, f-ck)

now i walk on the streets i used to roll on
i ain’t felt like the real me in so long
shoulda known all along just to go home

- hadji gaviota

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