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letra de false identities (bad habits) - jangalanggang

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[verse 1: lotta turf]
i got a habit with bad habits
i’m with my fam and they super happy
i don’t wan’ see ’em grow old
when they p-ss, i don’t be ‘live anymo’
probably better off staying alone
i just be sittin’ at home on my phone
sendin’ my folks to the dial tone
honestly, i’m just not good with relations
all of these females seems like they just hate me
that’s why i’m tendin’ to stick with my family
shout out my momma, my lil bro, my daddy
they really shaped me to the man i’m becoming
all these things in life that i’m blessed with it’s crazy
couldn’t be happier, shoutout my family
and my friends
hope y’all can stick with me to the end
hope that i can spend my time with a girl then
to show i’m the right man
to havin’ her life planned
make you my wife and
show you that i can be your biggest fan
man, my life is d-mned

[verse 2: young cracker]
i need a friend to come k!ll me
make it the end for the thrilling
busiest day in the nation
know the truth, say they are faking
stranger’s warmth in my bed
claim or sworn love was said
till the struggle is repaid
keep the mask up on my face
just to isolate for days
keep the tears engrained
spray paint that thing black
blue has copyrighted ways
i’mma be bold, my name ain’t frank
hide in the cold, darkest of shades
lies to be told, i am okay
slightly in gold but i’m rusting away
russian doctors in the room
tell ’em hurry, make my tomb
i am ready to escape
stuck in schizo mental maze
everything’s planned from above
i cannot control my love
lost old lil mouse flashes of cats
what else when everyone’s malice of rats?

[verse 3: greyj]
hold up, hold up, where do i begin?
my life’s changed a lot from when i was a kid
yeah, it used to be so simple
make your parents happy; that’s the only rule when you’re little
yeah, but now i’m pushing through high school
everybody coming for your throat, there ain’t a nice crew
everybody sticking with their clique, call it super glue
everybody tryna find their fit, wrong size-shoe
kids mature a little too early
you’re 15 bruh, how you gonna get dirty?
pressure weighing down, “just do it” like it’s nike
there’s way too many thoughts and they just messing with my psyche
so sometimes sleep is the only way to cope
just push it all away, at least until i’m woke
cmon, maybe just five more minutes
my brain has had enough, it’s been pushed beyond its limits
don’t even get me started on so-called friends
most of em ride with you, until you start to win
then they turn green, and i ain’t talking link
that root of jealousy sprouts from its bitter seed
you can try to intercede, maybe try to free
those people from their evil thoughts, but they cling
to the hope that you might fall down and take a knee
tryna force feed you some false ident-ty
yeah society, what started going wrong?
everybody wants love but won’t give their own
you hear them say “i love you” but their actions show otherwise
catch em on the phone, dirty talking with some other guys
yeah, that’s what i call a backstab
it doesn’t have to be a blade to cut you up bad
it doesn’t have to be a knife to make your heart sad
the most lethal weapons are the worst behind your back

- jangalanggang

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