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letra de dramakids/gaslight - juan pablo

[verse 1]
i don’t give a f-ck ‘bout what your father did
i don’t give a f-ck ‘bout what your trauma is
girl, you better tell me what your problem is
i ain’t playing this game like little kids
i can’t escape, hit the interstate, going 98, it’s too late, i’ll crash whatever f-cking car i’m in
i’m just trying to get up onto this
i’m just trying to get up under this
i’m just trying to get my heart in you
but everytime i look across the room
i see you go in for another kiss
i see his lips on your lips, his hand on your hips
hands around his neck, i want my hands around his neck
and my fists in his ribs and my… ugh
i need an -ssist from the providence
better act right, don’t want no problems with the drama kids

[verse 2]
tell me what your knight in armor did
i’ll listen to what your problem is
i want you with me and not with him
but i got problems with my confidence
i can’t drive, pull the car aside, blurred lines, closed eyes
so i don’t crash whatever f-cking car i’m in
i’m just trying to get my heart in you
but everytime i look across the room i see you go in for another kiss
i see his lips on your lips, his hand on your hips
hands around his neck, i want my hands around his neck
and my fists in his ribs and my… ugh
i need an -ssist from the providence
better act right, don’t want no problems with the drama kids

[gaslight]
fought some dogs in a cat fight
i know i gotta act right
act like i’m the f-cking man, right?
act like i ain’t thought about you all night
you know i ain’t got the facts, right?
you be feeling like a past life
that might be my f-cking last ride
stomp the pedal to the f-cking floor, see the gas light
but i only got five bucks so that won’t take me far
and my mom ain’t home so i can’t steal her car
and i be driving towards my house until that gas runs out
and i’m responding to these b-tches ‘til that -ss comes ‘round
my friends don’t know about them because i don’t tell them sh-t
i am what i hate about you, i’m secretive
you hurt me, baby, i keep it in. i show no pain, i’m weakening
i care about you, but i don’t talk about it
keep it happy with my friends so they don’t talk about it
but i f-ck sometimes, i don’t make love no more
‘cause i don’t feel that sh-t, i feel it’s just for sport
i swear it’s not my fault, i’m not always looking for it
i get a message from a girl and i cannot ignore it
‘cause a girl asking for love then imma f-cking do it
i’m doing fine without you and imma f-cking prove it
some date nights in the late night
make me f-cking hate the motherf-cking daylight
cursing at the moon, like motherf-cker you don’t know me
until the phone rings and i answer to the homies
and i don’t feel like going but…

- juan pablo

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