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letra de nothing is free - joshua morata

[verse 1]
you stopped thinking of me when he went inside you
missed out on this feeling i could have given you
don’t even try it, you, you can’t deny it, you’re acting different, and girl, you can’t curve me
gotta return the favor, and you know what must be done
see, i don’t f-ck with no one else unless it’s for the fun
i don’t give two sh-ts about the man you’re with
just hop on right on top of me and make it real quick
i got a plane to catch and a girl to see
she’s been on my mind more than recently
but you got something that she don’t, and that is my style
now i’m stuntin’ on my exes like i just won a grammy
rapping political like they mean something to me
you are who you think you are, all because of me
don’t you forget who changed you; i used to write a lot about you, now the payments overdue

[chorus]
credit where credit’s due, and nothing is free
credit where credit’s due, and nothing is free
you can’t deny the fact you’re stuntin’ all because of me
hopping on these other men all because of me
your confidence is high, but your morals are low (morals are low)

[verse 2]
we could have gone another level, but you pushed me away
breaking ice is breaking character, and girl this ain’t a play
you don’t need to pretend that you want me
you can just say it, go on, just say you hate me
not everything is about you, though
take into account that i write about you
i know, yes i know, yes i know it’s true
but that doesn’t mean that i don’t love you
now i don’t wanna see you smile, but i don’t wanna see you suffer
swappin’ out your old pop style for another
grippin’ on your handlebars, clinging on to relevance
you’re a strange chick grippin’ only on my arrogance
lord knows i tried to save you, but you say i’m the bad guy
say i can’t be trusted, f-ck a different guy
but f-ck i’m busy with this supermodel on my lap, she don’t wanna hear the story, she want none of that
girls so basic you know that you can collect ’em all
f-ckin’ with a new dude, jumping wall to wall
your back is arched and the pillow’s gripped tight; i’m the motherf-ckin’ devil, come and tell me what you really like

[chorus]
credit where credit’s due, and nothing is free (nothing is free)
credit where credit’s due, and nothing is free (don’t you forget who changed you)
credit where credit’s due, and nothing is free (you’re only who you think you are because of me)
credit where credit’s due, and nothing is free

- joshua morata

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