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letra de rudy tabootie - joeyy

[intro]
eera

[verse 1]
don’t ask why 20 [?] in my pocket
service animal, my dogs with me in the market
lately everybody on my head like a bonnet
[?]
tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head north
keep my mouth shut so i don’t damage our rapport
we walk into your party and we turn into a phone
the equivalent of a hundred gats, touch the floor (hm)
[hook]
i’m rudy tabootie when i write
i can turn every word to real life
i just poured two zips on the flight
i hope i can make all my wrongs right
i’m rudy tabootie when i write (huh)
i can turn every word to real life (huh)
i just poured two zips on the flight
i hope i can make all my wrongs right (huh)

[verse 2]
i’m exempt from the patdown
i got nauseous off the pills so i sat down
at a formal party dressed like a class clown
my set starts and i walk out like it’s smackdown (walk out like it’s smackdown)
let down by those that i love
i was left out by those that i trust
eight gats, i can’t tell when enough’s enough
5am, staring up at the crux (huh)
now to the point where i get queasy if i look down
i’m the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (hm)
24 ounce, i’m pouring out all my self doubt
i just left my bedroom sleep at the checkout (honk shoo)

[hook]
i can turn every word to real life
i just poured two zips on the flight
i hope i can make all my wrongs right
i’m rudy tabootie when i write (huh)
i can turn every word to real life (huh)
i just poured two zips on the flight
i hope i can make all my wrongs right (huh)

- joeyy

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