letra de fruit - joeyy
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[verse]
i speak through my clothes
jeans with the holes
won’t do as i’m told
i try, won’t forfeit
as i grow old
and outgrow the mold
the dream i’ve been sold
i can’t afford it
[chorus]
god as my witness
god is my stylist
3 uber xl’s
everyone ‘gon pile in
the more i feel distant
i can’t stop smiling
fruits of my labor
perfectly ripe
[verse]
i only sip to celebrate but every day i’m getting good news
x’s feels like ?
between a rock and a hard place, i can’t seem to move
i’m b.b. king, my body full of blues
[chorus]
god as my witness
god is my stylist
3 uber xl’s
everyone ‘gon pile in
the more i feel distant
i can’t stop smiling
fruits of my labor
perfectly ripe
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