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letra de believe in how we livin - ipo crita

[verse i]
it ain’t the first time, and ain’t the last day
empowered by night, ipo is finna say
couple of words… or maybe whole composition
‘bout how much this mathaf-cka love being a musician…
living the wrong way but acting righteous
who the h-ll cares what i say, so i just
push up my bitter stout and have a sip
no need to shout, baby, i ain’t asleep…
recollecting all the sceneries
i can’t help but start suffering miseries…
oh… it’s a mathaf-ckin weakness of mine —
when i drink — begin regretting past all the time…
is it nostalgia only?
commence reminiscing us smoking salvia with my homie
year was 2008 or 2009
i can’t remember time when i was feeling equally fine…
[hook i]
aaaaah… how painful is the feeling…
when understand that all what’s been is gone…
all left us do is reconcile but go on dreaming…
god, let us never lose belief in how we living…

[verse ii]
we was young, we was chilling…
feeling that everything in the future yet — n0body tearing
everybody was giving the good vibes
to everyone living the same hood lives, and that’s right…
and i was living through better times…
nine out of ten were saying that i was one of them good guys…
surprise, b-tch!
try to guess: two statements, one correct. which?
this mathaf-ckin ipo crita was kind and hospitable
or…
he couldn’t stand b-st-rds around and was a monster at all?
so? ha?
i know, y’all b-tches, knowing me now choosing número dos…
but it’s false, you f-cking hoes!
i wasn’t tripping, so don’t you trip!
and that’s tha real mathaf-ckin sh-t…

[hook ii]
aaaaah… how painful is the feeling…
when understand that all what’s been is gone…
all left us do is reconcile but go on dreaming…
god, let us never lose belief in how we living…
[verse iii]
thanks, god, i’m still breathing!
grateful for everything that lord has ever given!
probably it’s more even than i deserve
i’m led by heavenly father by arm as i observe…
a lotta times throughout life i could get hurt
but he ward off and often was giving alert
for me to make swerve and reach the destination…
young kids is all passionate in a temptation
and i am one of them, for real!
inner bonfire burning be like a mass appeal to the society
like, check me out, y’all! inspect my soul and its giant variety
of emotions… in big portions…
spreading love and hate without options
i’m pushing up my stout, having another sip…
no need to shout, baby, i fell asleep…

[hook iii]
aaaaah… how painful is the feeling…
when understand that all what’s been is gone…
all left us do is reconcile but go on dreaming…
god, let us never lose belief in how we living…

- ipo crita

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