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letra de fuhwiddit - jung god

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verse 1 (jung god):
never dropped a hit
now we gon drop ’em back to back
infusing music with the vision that we both don’t have
now we dropping bangers, and now they going straight to track
do not tell me what to do cause you know that (you’re not my dad)

humor so dry, think it a 5,4 roll (aye)
you know jung money has really got that cash flow (aye)
you know dude born on 9/11, he a virgo (aye)
when it comes to drugs his answers really gon be, “oh! no.”

dude ain’t like that
following on his own path
dropping friends that he once had
turning sad into real glad
little bag that’s a hard p-ss
stays away from that green gr-ss
avoiding all of that tall gl-ss
but now he gon straight to m-ss

started going to the gym, man the fees got me
started going to the gym, now the filles got me
homies stop following me in, no one to spot me
but that’s really okay cause i have got me

spent most of my life feeling all alone
spent most of my life bouncing from home to home
so many racing thoughts, formula 1 in my dome
always had wandering thoughts, always were free to roam

i don’t think you know what i’m really all about
“dancing hype beat, puff his chest, and really boast his clout”
fought so many demons, like i won a champions bout
fought every day to overcome that doubt

verse 2 (vcr):
i’m just playing, we all know that i’m not here to rap
but now i’ve got to step up on the beat and cut the cr-p/

day one i was here never speakin’
then i got mixed up with stephen
but now a darker side is leakin’
now i’m shootin’ through the ceiling/

we talk about depression and we talk about our pain
but do we really understand all the things that we been sayin’?/

all i know is i’m there too. strugglin’ with myself
takin’ pieces of the old me and i put them on the shelf/

i don’t understand what i feel
i don’t have the proper sk!lls to heal
i don’t have the means to make a deal
i don’t know if anything is real/

suddenly i’m in seventh grade
makin’ friends with razor blades
wonderin’ if i’m insane
get these demons out my brain/

in my feelings, stuck on pause
drag me to the deep like jaws
internalizing all my flaws
i don’t wanna hear applause/

i am not worthy, i am a mess
i am a slave to all of the stress
stayin’ in bed, don’t wanna get dressed
mind’s tellin’ me no, they’re tellin’ me yes/

never dishonest, i am a wreck
get all this rope away from my neck
but i am lost, you cannot protect
stephen, tell ‘em how this connects/

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