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letra de bodythebooth ep.4 - huskii

racking clothes from david jones
i cop a sesh i take it home
we was losing weight
then we moved away
i took a break can’t wake alone

she keep seeing me with strippers offer them prescription pills i take alone
she keep saying that she hate me later in the day she drunk and raid my phone
she was with me through them darker days
narcan when i p-ssed away
i remember when you scarred my face
now you trying to forget me, discard my face
i been sipping again trying to mask the pain
overdosing on pills you can ask my mates
i been writing this sh-t while i’m half awake
basket case
i thought i was past this stage
i get sick of writing music cause the sh-t i spit so hard the f-cking charts won’t play it
i get sick of f-cking b-tches tryna save me now cause i know that they hearts gon’ break
doing the same sh-t for years
played by a b-tch who just played with my fears
faded alone i’ve been faded for years
i can’t say it to her but i’ll say it on this
say it on tracks
she doesn’t listen
blade in my back and they say that i’m fishing
i’m caught on a hook and the bait was addiction
i’m stuck and these motherf-ckers never listen
i don’t give a f-ck about n0body
been on my own since the day that i dropped from my mother
i ain’t seen fam in a minute i’m missin’ the days on the block smoking rock with my brother
i remember me and dad same pod, silver water some dumb sh-t
talkin bout 20 years back how it still hurt what my mum did
baby on the way stressing ’bout it i didn’t wanna listen to that c-nt spit and told me she was pregnant too
and still left him in that same jail with the cut wrist
showed me the tat with the scar through it
said he felt slack that i’m goin’ through it
pointed the cell that he died in said
go up not across if you try and do it
real talk
sleeves to try to hide the cuts im high as f-ck
i don’t know why i try and write this stuff

all my friends are dead like uzi vert
i burnt them bridges down like lucifer
maybe i’m cut cause i love her still but i’m too stubborn so don’t give a f-ck that i’m losin’ her
keep going back that’s confusing her
but i just want us to go back in time
we ain’t never gettin back what we used to have
i put that sh-t in the back of my mind
i hate sleepin’ alone
i should get back on the pipe
strippers i f-ck try and act like my wife
do i have to remind these hoes never wanted me
’till they seen stacks off of packets of ice
i ain’t falling in love with no stripper f-ck t-pain
i’m still racking t-shirts from dj’s
still making songs so you replay these days peeps on the scene in they pj’s
but how they gon’ sleep on this though?
beast in the scene i don’t need to tip-toe
cats on the top try and link me now
because you see i been creeping beneath your window
i don’t even think so
f-ck the fame i don’t want the sh-t
cats on the scene all know my name because i come to the booth and i body it
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real talk

- huskii

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