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letra de goodbyes / junk fame - iamderrick!

(intro)
pressure, pressure
i need you no more, goodbye
pressure, yeah
i need you no more

(verse one)
baby, you know i miss you
my love, now she gone
and all i’m left with are nothing
but your memories
(oh, but your memories)
i’m certain of me that you never think
(i think of you)
and baby, i know
you prolly got a new n-gga, by now
a new man by now but i’m missing you
i wanna let you know
oh baby, that i’m missing you
you promised me you
won’t bid me no goodbyes
(that sh-t good, oh my god)

(bridge)
you thought i won’t get better
you thought i don’t get better
you thought i
you thought i won’t get better
you thot, i can’t get better
your loss
(verse two)
the boombap lord is back with an axe
to murder motherf-ckers doing whack rap
n-gga with no talent but the peer pressure
keep on digging deeper everybody thinking
they can make music, everybody thinking they can rap!
everybody thinking they can rap, funny
you ain’t sh-t but a buncha wannabes
and i’m h-lla p-ssed, you cultivating streams
there are benefits, “junk fame!”
look at them they be c-cky and corny
bite styles; they be talking and boasting, d-mn!
put them all in yellow buses
then i take ’em back straight, to kindergarten
“this how you hold a pen,” “this how you make a trend”
end of an era, machiavelli
put you back into character
maghana you a b-tch, clout bum
maybe 2mbili really deserved it! (did he?)
you wanna go bananas? “ape mode,” i be dishing y’all
false prophecies; who the f-ck owuor tryna lie to?
but somehow managed to get mosta y’all in the club
prolly got you brainwashed
with a rock of steel, i stone your barz
everybody want the formula derrick!, i am the factory
i make em bop, and if ‘ey don’t, they heads pop
did you get the memo?
my sh-t too sick i need a psychiatrist (whoo)
step in the booth, (d-mn) i’m giving y’all classics (what?)
been sick (hugh?) ever since “ichigo” (sure?)
i’m the underdog (oou) prodigy forever, here we go! (tell ’em)
you cross me i’ll bring in the carnage, yes!
f-ck your hermes, only things you’ll be rocking
are hospice bandages! better be careful
who you tryna picture frame?
goodbyes to, junk fame!
don’t need you no more, uh-huh
goodbye, uh yeah

- iamderrick

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