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letra de nightmares of a sinner - j lye

intro:
yeah, storyteller tales – word to e berman

verse 1:
put me on a stand and i will tell a lie
how the f-ck i turn into this kind of guy?
was it jenny? elle? brinna?
man, nightmares of a sinner
looking out my window and i’m calling up my moms
the one who taught me right and picked me up when i was wrong
i said i need advice and you’re the only one who knew me
i’m tryna alter life, i need your help to make a new me
she said you know i would, but you’re the one who always schooled me
and always held me close when i was crying over scooby
the world it really needs you boy, i’m friends with all your fans
and all they say is your the man, you pick them up when they just can’t
you know they really need you, i tell you every single instance that i ever see you
you’re greater than a graduate of bu, it’s time you really be you
it’s time you really prosper, it’s time the world sees you, so let them really see you (let them f-cking see you)

verse 2:
common sense, i feel it’s never common
we never follow sense, so we’re just living in the moment
we all sin, so all of us are similar
my bro said he’s in love, i said that feelings not familiar
breaking all these hearts and it’s as often as my signature
can’t escape myself so i just feel like i’m a prisoner
and not with ruby rose, the type of one that’s in the shoe
the one that got away, i spend my whole life missing you
i’m writing letters to remind you of affection
and i’m cuttings all our ties, i brought the scissors for protection
say that you fell out of love, i ask for resurrection
but you chose another nominee before our own election
women try to fence me in and go and dent my armor
but i’m lacking all the commas and it’s only cause of karma
ditching all my friends that went and turned into informers
it’s funny how i lost them all the day i stopped performing (word to y’all)

pre-verse:
so many actors out there, word to nicholas grava
but you gotta trust who you can trust
and you gotta put your heart out there
let’s try this one more time, yeah

verse 3:
i’m sitting out on beverly at swingers
i’m hoping every b that left me went and lost her stinger
telling kasara, keep your head up it’s a starry night
and when the sky seems dark that’s when your star is bright
and we the brightest, we the tightest, we the hottest out
we give em time and it’ll be us that they are talking bout
man, i’m scared to drop this alb-m, i might never do it
because i’m older than pac, so i already blew it
i’m on my snapchat talking bout my kickstarter
i’m trying to bring out happiness, i’m like a kids author
best friends turned to busters like my names arthur
stewart littles, but i’m cooking like my names martha
i feel like nothings ever sweet because its never equal
every time i watch the news i’m only seeing evil
and then i think to all my hatian family speaking creole
and remember that i’m doing this all for my people (love ya’ll)

outro:
i wrote this song the day christina grimmie died. rest in peace. you were an angel. f-ck guns. and f-ck donald trump. yeah

- j lye

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