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letra de went halfway - joseph rose

[intro]
moral of the story is:
i chose a half-measure
when i should’ve gone all the way
i’ll never make that mistake again

[verse 1]
i’ve been talking to myself, tryna convince my inner soul
to get rid of the old jo and do away with the doubt
if you knew me before, you probably pressing all my negative energy
was stored in my other core and i used to let it all out
we’re all fighting an inner war and no-one knows what for
but what i know is that i believe in myself, now even more
now, i don’t need no props from anyone, except from my lord
when i saw his eyes in the mirror, i finally figured it out
used to think they owe me a million dollars
so i can live with the ballers
but then i realized that i can live without
it’s not what it’s all about
as long as i’m healthy and happy
and i can afford to put food inside of my child’s mouth
pay for their education, teach them to just be patient
had to be interdependent so they can learn how to balance relationships
it’s not about the love that you receive from others y’all
you just gotta believe in yourself
[chorus] x2
you don’t need to believe in me
i keep it simple, give from a to b
dabbling up in the major league
you doubt know, just wait and see

[verse 2]
silence is like freedom, all your feelings releasing
so many past pains and memories in the process of grieving
sometimes simply just believing just isn’t enough
and it since can be deceived to confuse with bad luck
some people wonder to much, it’s not bad, it just sucks
‘cause then they end up overthinking and blow the proportions up
y’all educate slow when y’all struggle with hoes
traumatized from way back, another addict of dope
they needed to cope, fiending for just one more tone
but when the pipe-smoke clears, all they got is a sore throat
and a stained mind, changed forever, remain blind
great wines only age for a certain period of time
everything either dies or expires
eventually you gotta brew and drink that wine
organic, hand-picked, straight from the patch
from the start to the finish, i’ma process that

[chorus] x2
[outro]
i step in the booth and one-take it
i know which way to go ‘cause i see through the smoke vapor
and i noticed the fakeness on all your faces
you can keep the fame, i’m taking the foreign acreage

- joseph rose

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