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letra de interlude type - jean franco

[intro]
(yeah bro, yeah bro, yuh)
oye chico, dime a que hora vienes porque
necesito planificar mis cosas
oye no chico, en qualquier hora que tu quieras
(en serio? te tengo que decir de nuevo pa’ que sepas?)
tu me dices ai y yo le pongo el tiempo
(dale chico, dale, f-ckin’ man)

[verse]
going back home today, that’s great (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh)
seeing faces not through phones with haste
but taking time to talk a lot and stay up to date (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, ooh)
like how you been? how the kid? (yeah yeah)
how much his age?
how much has changed?
how much has changed?
haven’t seen you in a minute
how much has changed?
glad i got to pay a visit
how much has changed?
hope the fam’ still rock the same tough old chains
cuban links!
how you been?
haven’t seen you since
like a couple years hope you got them little better rims
you’ve been savin’ couple thou for the leather and the tints
hope your son still smile like the struggle not big
you’ve been runnin’ for a while
couple miles on the brink
and the pay still nothing when comparing percents
but you fresh as a mint
you still party and sh-t
you still talkin’ that sh-t though
but man that don’t mean nothin’
we still talk and we spit roasts
no mercy ‘cause i know you like most don’t
i have immediate amnesty over the bad jokes
i hope you still the same hope you have not changed bruh
if you have that’s okay that’s the way it goes
i’m clinging to the memory like “d-mn them days dope”
i’m a little worried as to what they’ll say though
gettin’ kinda worried as to what they’ll say

when i go back will you still be with the prozac and cognac
all over the house you growed in, i chilled in
you know that i get it but don’t
my road has diverged to its own
i heard you always stoned
i get it but don’t ‘cause the setting so close like the skin to the bone man
you weening off slowly
last time you told me
you were done with the drowning
done with the large amounts of
drinkin’ and smoking loud
i have no doubt that homie you taking them shots like goalie
d-mn it man
i hope you know me
i hope you remember the parties and joking
hope you out of the schlump away from the b-mps
and out of the dopey

let’s chill like oldie (let’s chill like oldie)
call other homies (call other homies)
straight from the squad (straight from the squad)
hop in the bogie (hop in the bogie)

and if you talk that sh-t about me you gon’ get smacked
but that’s better than a bunch of 40’s placed stacked
top of one another faulty when the base cracks
now it’s broken gl-ss
and you broke as f-ck

- jean franco

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