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letra de i'm gone - justin torres

[prod. by jordeaux]

[intro]
-samples-

[verse 1]
break it down, roll it up
light it up then take a puff
f-ck them n-gg-s, i don’t give a f-ck
just twist the blunt, tell that b-tch shut up
got too much on my mind
need some green just so i can concentrate
it’s money on my mind
cause a n-gg- bein’ broke gon’ make me contemplate
on comittin’, but i don’t mean relationships
finally discovered i ain’t made for it
cause when these women play mind games, i let ’em wait for me
just so i can let ’em play with the tip
put my heart in every word so that you know it’s real
yeah the flow forreal, you know the boy is ill
take a hit outta this blunt and you choke forreal
yeah they say my heart rich, but i’m broken still
to my mama i am sorry, but i need the weed
the thc reveals what i couldn’t see
look in the mirror, how could this be?
the same n-gg- starin’ back still wasn’t me
i am a sh-ll of my old self, but a newer me
my old friends still actin’ like they knew me
but if you knew me, then obviously
you stopped talkin’ to me, it ain’t a problem, my g
’cause my n-gg-s gon’ be right here
yeah my n-gg-s gon’ be right here
i ain’t goin’ nowhere i’m gon’ be right here
strike you n-gg-s with fear, let me make this sh-t clear
i am the drug inside your ear
f-ckin’ up ya lungs, takin’ out all of the air
and if n-gg-s on they high horse tryna get fly
i swat ’em out the air

[break]
i’m gone
i’m gone
i’m gone
i said i’m gone
my n-gg- i’m gone
or am i wrong?
man f-ck it i’m home
let me get into my zone

[verse 2]
they said i’m far from the man that i used to be
i’m sorry but i’m tryna get used to me
my new chick said “why you cut me off?”
told her that i’m still searchin’ for who could i be
i’m learnin’ that problems can never be solved
unless i face ’em head on, but i take my head off
lifted i’m gone and i’m facin’ my problems
the wrong way but i still say f-ck it i need this
i’m dead wrong, but it feel like i’m livin’ right
feel like i’m livin’ like tomorrow is my last day
wish i could listen to you, but you’re irrelevant
i only hear whatever that cash say
and if my car should crash today, would it be a sad day?
f-ck it i’m chillin’ with my grams, aye
and if they let me into heaven ahh f-ck it i’m blessed
might sneak in through the gates with a couple of grams, aye

[outro: justin torres + {sample}
this ain’t an apology
this is forgiveness
self reflection
{at least i got to see you one last time}

- justin torres

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