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letra de overdrive 2 - juice wrld & ianplug

[intro]
but i don’t feel like myself tonight (what else?)
(ian where yah at?)
take a pill off my shelf tonight (what else?)
i think that i may melt tonight (what else?)
no, i don’t feel alright (feel alright), over high (over high)
too much hate (too much hate), overdrive (overdrive)

[verse 1]
b-t-h i’m hate proof, uh, b-t-h i’m hate proof, uh
you lookin’ for god, b-t-h, i’m not jesus, uh
i got .40’s, uh, you get handled, uh
i’m gon’ connect the sh-t just like cable, uh
i may finesse the b-t-h if i’m able
run up, you catch a clip, get disabled
i never k!ll my brother, i ain’t able or cain
we still serving cane
the girl doing the same thing (ooh)
makin’ you auntie nose bleed
run up on me, i’m blowing
your ‘lil b-t-h is hoeing
you already know it
pull up on the scene, i go, yeah (yeah)
summer days but it snow (ya dig?)
rip lost soul of mine (huh)
rip lost soul of my slime
i’m in the star sippin’, huh
d-mn near f–ked my vision, huh
i don’t got time for the money, huh
i’m busy f–kin’ these b-t-hes, huh
that’s all wrong ain’t it, huh
i’m doing wrong ain’t i, huh
i f–k her wrong, ain’t i
that’s her favourite song ain’t it
fee-fi-fo, i’m a giant on these ‘lil ones, ayy, ayy
got a bazooka to your rifle, that’s a ‘lil gun, ayy, ayy
i’m your father, b-t-h why bother, you my ‘lil one, ayy, ayy
i go harder, then biscotti, yeah, ayy, huh
i could talk my sh-t, i could walk it too, huh, ayy, ayy
i could load my gun, i could also shoot, ayy, ayy, yeah
i could win all day, i can never lose
eenie meenie miney moe, uh, that b-t-h gon’ choose
i know what she gon’ do, i tie the knot like i’m lacin’ up shoes
run up on me, then i shoot out the coupe, ayy
i got balmain, you got true, ayy
yeah, i’m in vans
better sit down, ‘lil boy, you don’t stand a chance, ayy
cannon on my hip, i call that b-t-h mega man
bandana around my face, i look like afghanistan, ayy
sixty socks in sixty seconds, that’s a minute man, ayy
i hated math cla– but i love countin’ dividends, uh
all these b-t-hes snakes, i don’t know who just let ’em in, yeah
ballin’ to the point where i deserve a letterman yeah
momma mad at me, she know i’m taking medicine, yeah
taking meds again, they b-t-h give me head again
re-lay in my bed again, she treat me like i’m dead again
treat me like i’m dead again, treat me like i’m dead again
treat me like i’m nothing, like i’m an a–umption
something out of nothing, how is this a discussion?
i wear the bapes to sleep, uh
i got revenge on me, uh
i still rock supreme like it’s 2003
you got vlone jeans, uh
you don’t look lonely to me
you got fake jordans that’s why you look funny to me, yeah
i get top in a parking lot, park the yacht
off a yacht, my hand on my chopp’, f–k a opp, huh
i’m so sick, i need sizzurp quick call a doc
run up on me, just had lazer sh-t, doctor spot, huh, ayy
ayy, x-men i’m a mutant with this bad b-t-h, huh, ayy
run up, then i’m shooting with my ratchet, yeah, ayy
told you that i’m gonna let ’em have it, huh, ayy
told her, it’s expensive, that’s the fabric
don’t touch the fabric, i know that’s a habit
i dress high fashion, yeah that is a habit
revenge with the, huh, gucci jeans aladdin
she gon’ ride me, huh, d–k like it’s aladdin, ya dig?
say it once, don’t gotta say it again
baby say it, yo’ b-t-h swallow all my kids
i said that sh-t, i meant that sh-t
i got that cash, spend that sh-t
i f–k the ho, then spinned that b-t-h
[chorus]
are you feeling yourself tonight?
do you feel like yourself tonight? (do you feel?)
do you wanna talk about it? (huh?)
or put it up on the shelf tonight?
we got a lot to bite into
good thing i got overbite (ya dig?)
good thing my love over nice (ya dig?)
you put my heart over ice, right (right)
but i don’t feel like myself tonight
take a pill off my shelf tonight
i think that i may melt tonight
no, i don’t feel alright (feel alright), over high (over high)
too much hate (too much hate), overdrive (overdrive)

[verse 2]
outta options
i can tell that we wasn’t rockin’
everything i said to you, it’s just so outta pocket
swapple my hands in my pocket
and i put my id all up on my wallet
i told you i’ll be back, and you should stop it, ayy
let me know what’s up, you don’t tell me much, you just leave me cut
living in a rut, act like i don’t care, but i give a f–k
way more than enough, way more than enough
let me know what’s up, you ain’t give no f–k
b-t-h you had me stuck, you so stuck up
all up in the past, why you stuck up?
now i’m on your a–, i’m gon’ tell you ’bout yourself and where you at
and your mind and in your brain, that sh-t fried, huh
you don’t love me, you prolly wish i’d die
i’m already dead, i told you this before
i still ball like okafor
walk through like it’s open doors
you ain’t nothin’ but an open w—-
got my heart broke way too many times before, ayy
i think that i didn’t make up my mind before, huh, ayy
pull up in that new thing like fast four, uhm
and my choppa naughty, yeah i got a bad torch
bad b-t-hes what i like though
сrazys b-t-hes be my type though
that was not a typo
but that b-t-h was just a typo
shoulda let her go a while ago, i know, i know
i got that out of system, i put my d–k in her sister
just to say that i just did it
that is revenge with the vengeance
pull up on him, then i hit it, yeah
choppa on me, it’s gon’ hit it, pause
choppa on me, it’s gon’ hit it, yeah
choppa on me, i’ma get it off
just another b-t-h runnin’ through my head
just another heart, just another death
just another first and a last breath
i feel like she left me in the past tense
looking for a father figure nah, i’m a b-st-rd
i’m getting rich and it ain’t making sense like rich backwards
rolling up the stench, in the backwoods
sitting on the bench while i’m balling on the hardwood, yeah
on another lever, go to h-ll, i get so high
i fought a whole another devil like yeah
chain on another bezel feel like megadeath
my choppa just like heavy metal, right, yeah
i can’t be caught up
i told that b-t-h, “shut up, shut the f–k up”, i’m tryna f–k her, huh, ayy
magnum on me, a condom and a rubber
a gun and a rubber, huh, ayy
i break bread like last supper
.40 on me and i keep it for comfort
shoot like iman, i ain’t talking ’bout shumpert
run up on me, then i’m shooting, i’m dumping
dumping, throw the body in a dumpster
off of the molly, or something
.23 on me like jump man, jump man
pull up on the scene, no stunt
birdman stunt ’cause, sh-t, i’m stunting
[chorus]
are you feeling yourself tonight?
do you feel like yourself tonight? (do you feel?)
do you wanna talk about it? (huh?)
or put it up on the shelf tonight?
we got a lot to bite into
good thing i got overbite (ya dig?)
good thing my love over nice (ya dig?)
you put my heart over ice, right (right)
but i don’t feel like myself tonight
take a pill off my shelf tonight
i think that i may melt tonight
no, i don’t feel alright (feel alright), over high (over high)
too much hate (too much hate), overdrive (overdrive)

- juice wrld ianplug

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