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letra de lovely - junkyard patrol

okay one two hop in the coupe
roll down the windows i do what i do
p-ssenger side man the sky is so blue
baby don’t cry i said “look at this view”
pull over let’s take a walk
sh-t’s awkward no i could not talk
i could roll a j but probably not
cause you’re mad at me and that’s a tough spot okay
back it up back it up she said she’s had enough
i think it’s time to start packing up
i pull out the parking lot right as i’m backing up
she says something just ain’t adding up
i said baby stop stressing
teaching me sh-t but where’s the lesson?
she turn to me and i see her expression
then she went right to the questions uh
“why you with jack?”
“why you with matt?”
“why you with peppo yeah what’s with the rap?”
“is it the fame?”
“you ain’t the same
but you ain’t even famous i don’t know your name”
“it’s like it’s a ch0r-”
“you like a pintor”
“you record and you sleep on the floor”
“i liked you before, i tried to ignore
but i don’t think i love you no more”
stop the car see we’re not that far see your options are
you can walk home on that hot tar
if you see me ’round we’ll stay a block apart
i’m done with this you spent all my cash
i don’t wanna kiss you can kiss my -ss
with those pretty lips and those pretty eyes
you can watch me drive right by, uh
she don’t even love me, that’s lovely, yuh
i said adios to sippin’ bubly, yuh
she got a few xans in her tummy
thot you break my heart girl i’m laughing that’s funny, yuh
she don’t even love me, that’s lovely, yuh
i said adios to sippin’ bubly, yuh
she got a few xans in her tummy
thot you break my heart girl i’m laughing that’s funny, yuh
she don’t even love me, that’s lovely, yuh
i said adios to sippin’ bubly, yuh
she got a few xans in her tummy
thot you break my heart girl i’m laughing that’s funny, yuh
aight five four three two
say i be lookin’ but lookin’ at who?
all by myself when i go get some food
it’s tipping for me it ain’t tipping for two
ay, why you laughing like a sick guy?
ay, miss the cherry cream [?]
ay, gonn’ blast this like a [?]
stay connected like it’s chip [?]
isn’t that not enough for me?
i took over my company
girl this feeling like puppetry
guess i’m done with that bubly ooh
girl i miss you like crazy ooh
now the day’s getting hazy ooh
perfume white daisy ooh
sniffin snow like it the eighties
eight two one zero
guess we is negative
this sh-t repet-tive
so when i’m grumpy i’m feeling like sedatives
turn off my phone to eight unread messages
thats just the way that it goes
memory cold
feeling like snow
now it be summer and i got to go
feeling like my sh-t is [?] you know?
man what is you?
yuh, she don’t even love me, that’s lovely, yuh
i said adios to sippin’ bubly, yuh
she got a few xans in her tummy
thot you break my heart girl i’m laughing that’s funny, yuh
she don’t even love me, that’s lovely, yuh
i said adios to sippin’ bubly, yuh
she got a few xans in her tummy
thot you break my heart girl i’m laughing that’s funny, yuh
[?] my dad we’re going fishin’
dinner everyone i left food in the kitchen
all new clothes made with the fresh linen
but i’m wearing all that sh-t i ain’t worn in a minute
got a whole lot of issues, about to put ’em on the shelf
stressing about the bad sh-t is bad for your health
and i keep to myself ’cause my mind stay empty
and i might need some help trying not to smoke so many
d-mn blunts
cause i know that’s not good for my sh-t
middle of the summer just tryna get away from it
i’ll stand on the beach with the sand on my feet
and the camera will pan you’ll be standing with me
but the camera pans
you’re standing with him and i’m standing right here by myself
and i get it i get it but i just don’t get broken hearts
’cause they bad for my health
hold up, hold up, i get sad and then roll up, roll up
speed the car and do donuts, donuts
i go in circles and throw up, throw up
one, two, three, four
i call your phone but you ignore
five, six, seven, eight
i see your crib is like heaven’s gate
i think i’m dead
i think i crushed em and chopped off my head
you tried to [?] you said
back on that date, first time we met, f-ck
how can i hate how i love you?
how can i hate what it’s come to?
this sh-t feels like it’s below me
i swear that i was above you
now i’m a mess, you’re in that dress
wake in motels like the ice on my neck
cause i got nothin
but i stay wet like a watering guns
borrowing funs
f-ck all this sh-t man just look what i’ve done
weight on my chest like that chain weighs a ton
i stay up late until i see the sun
gave all my f-cks, i ain’t got one
i guess i really did care after all
i been dead i say get away
ain’t cash in my wallet take the pain away
ay, if i’m gettin paid imma make it rain
ay [?] mom i’m sorry [?]
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- junkyard patrol

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