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letra de fight the feeling - hidden renaissance

[intro: damiano the don (distant)]
there he goes again
trying to find you on the phone, he gon’ scroll again
trying to fight the feelin’, may as well just try to control it again
result of all the hurt he been holdin’ in

[verse 1: damiano the don]
there he goes again
trying to find you on the phone, he gon’ scroll again
trying to fight the feelin’, may as well just try to control it again
result of all the hurt he been holdin’ in
his shoulders about to hurt, gettin’ cold, he about to smoke again
i focus in, i wasn’t born again
i wasn’t born for buskin’ towards the sl-ts and he [?] paints towards somethin’ bein’ more important
his whole life, he was stuck at war
domestic violence from the crib, n-ggas fight next door
n0body did nothin’ ’bout it, like thеy be bumpin’ aubrey
(nothin’ than a decеnt life is peace and quiet)
(and the beautiful women that wants to be his wife)

[verse 2: lively]
he was cold, wanted the money, he gotta work for it
some days you might feel pain and even hurtin’ for it
gettin’ outta the mud, jump in the dirt for it
take the clothes of yo’ back, give in ya shirt for it
need to show off ya bruises on how to get heeled
ain’t n0body gon’ save you, go get rick
[chorus: lively]
(this feelin’ ain’t gonna leave until you feel it)
this feelin’ is only as long as you build it
meanin’ the sky is the limit
don’t ever forget it, forgive who you were
and become who you destined

[verse 3: cityboigreg]
i was k!lled to beautiful n-gga, a mind so different
and usually, i type this sh-t
but i wrote this sh-t this time
with an ink and a quill
slipped up, built this sh-t and it’s in this field
like some scars ain’t heal from the last mission
but i still make way, i ain’t never say face, i’ma savage
blast off, last american ace carried the pace, carried the race
from the start to the finish
tossin’ and turnin’ from the heat of my sleep ‘cus i’m burnin’ from the heat of my pants
and need this glass of this water provide me the good i deserve
money can’t patch up the hurt that i feel from the loss
still been the boss in this veteran game, ain’t never been shamed to be real
never complained by the hands i was dealt
there’s been so much pain in the feelings i’ve felt
but i rise, dustin’ the lid of my eyes, they keep me from cryin’ them tears
them bein’ [?] from the fear, i’m gonna slip out this hill
[?]

- hidden renaissance

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