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letra de where you go - j-kwe$t

[verse 1]
fall backwards to the face ’cause i hate my life
ain’t got no patience, aight, i’m faded ’till my brain resign
y’all like a length behind
i’m praying, hoping they can find
a sacred mind, something like them ancient times
i’ll pay the fine
for being the only artist in the game
i’m like harden with this range
eurostepping out your lane
i don’t trust a single soul
f-ck you think you’re special for?
smoking dope and f-cking hoes
guess i’m sticking to my role
quit the rumors and the hating
no debating, see the vision i creatеd
y’all be talking like you made it but ain’t got no patiеnce
i be the doctor of this sh-tty local clinic
see me going worldwide then we f-cking up your picnic
stay the h-ll up out my business
y’all be feds on social media
need a blunt to heal me once and a bad b-tch to come feel me up
gas blunt to come stiff me up
astro blunts in your titties, huh
curved me once, then she hit me up
“f-ck your d-ck, can you pick me up?”
[chorus]
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?

[bridge]
so we can make it right if we have to
i know you’re sick and tired of the bad news
just pray and hope we make it through the gas fumes
the past dues, my glass full, i’m that dude
that rap-smith, the package smacked quick
y’all lack the [?], my ass don’t fathom sh-t
i’m latin rapping a b-tch and gassing, passing the stick
you laughing, stacking some bricks
don’t got a passion in sh-t, yeah

[verse 2]
my mama prolly thinking i’m a junkie
teacher tried to flunk me but i passed with all my buddies
the problem is they’re all up in my head
trynna make this f-cking bread
making millions ’till i’m dead
old me i had to shed
started picking up the lead, stay recording sh-t instead
i’m a star, you just a fed
don’t be crying when i’m dead
i don’t like that fake sh-t
i be in my bas-m-nt, feeling so adjacent
there is no replacement to the almighty kwe$t
no, it’s not k-we$t
better give me some respect or i’m aiming at your neck
f-ck your b-tch and get her wet
only sent her one text
now she say she on the highway
ask if she can make it quick and park up in my driveway
kinda like a blind date
she don’t know what’s coming but it’s me and she gon’ love it
better see me in the bucket
we gon’ turn this sh-t to something
i don’t really like assumptions
y’all be sipping robitussin
now it’s the rapper with the cold drug rap songs
the difference is i just took a gram of bath salt
another bad start, i just need a fast car
mind running circles like the tracks up in nascar
[chorus]
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?

- j kwet

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