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letra de bending corners - jay kell

[verse 1]
twelve fifty nine
too much on my mind
passing thru the lights
while i’m looking for a sign
tiptoeing the line
chaos maybe zion
a cat may look like a king, but
he is not the lion
somewhere between the drunken place
and the sunken place
find myself emotionless
like tim duncan face
or kawhi leonard
i’m searching for the truth
that’s a five percenter
i pray so much i think
i need some knee replacements
actions speak so loud that
i don’t need a statement
fake n-ggas can’t be next to me
can’t be adjacent
somehow present concurrently
mind being vacant
then i make a left
at the next light
hoping that my next right
keep me in the best the best light
and these are introspective bars
while i’m cruising in my car
underneath the moon and stars (look)
[hook]
bending corners
bending corners
bending corners
bending corners
i’m just riding by myself
this is therapy for me
i don’t need n0body else

[verse 2]
went from alero to impala bruh
southernplayalistic to the carter one
went from a student to scholar bruh
went from a peasant to t’challa bruh
missed a couple tithes that
i should’ve paid
i missed a couple funerals
i should’ve made
lotta pressure on me man
i should’ve caved
enough mistakes for my girl
to write a lemonade
two, i got a son
on the way, number two
god on the phone
the devil got my number too
i stop at chick-fil-a
and cop a number two
got a chick in l.a
she got my number two
then i make a left
at the next light
hoping that my next right
keep me in the best the best light
[hook]
bending corners
bending corners
bending corners
bending corners
i’m just riding by myself
this is therapy for me
i don’t need n0body else

[verse 3]
so much on my brain
how do i maintain
i know n-ggas who deal wit mo
really can’t complain
got so much to lose
still so much to gain
winners win and losers lose
man that’s just the game
momma got that pain
energy be drained
i know that she battling
and somehow still the same
who was there when them
four cops beat my ass (momma)
who was there when i fell asleep
and made car crash (momma)
who was there when i failed
every college class (momma)
kept me check, ain’t let me
slip ain’t pass (momma)
so i don’t care when
they call me momma’s boy
i’m tryna feed the table
middle man at benihana’s boy
i don’t want the fame
that sh-t for the lames
you can have the watch
you can keep the change
and these are introspective bars
while i’m cruising in my car
underneath the moon and stars (look)

- jay kell

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