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letra de in the wind - kam-bu & jeshi

[intro]
it’s alright
movie time, uh
[?]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
good times, bad habits
hand crack my head, feel like granite
cracked software, cross my wires
break down on m-ways swapping tires
told a lot of lies and i still don’t trust
like dust up in the wind
my head doing loads of stuff
can’t win, can’t lose
singing out inner city blues
eyes spin the room
blue notes rolled up like a telescope
on my tooth look like i’m selling coke
city of no hope
sign soul the figure disclosed
pretty like
city lights haunt me
got me dizzle dancing with corpses
bobby on the beat on all horses
feel free to tell me who’s fault is
you look like something i dreamt of
never know where everything ends up
never know where henny might send me
4 a.m. drunk pulling that text up
back on the mattress i slept on
headb-tt the wall, now my head gone
guess that’s where henny might send me
4 a.m. drunk pulling that text up
yeah, we all running
what we running from i don’t know
i scrub my skin, i change my clothes
i smoke this cigarette till it goes
and run back home
feet bleeding on the pavement
should’ve stayed home, yeah, i know
yea,h yeah, we all know
[verse 2]
bad times, good drugs
as a kid, probably needed more hugs
i ain’t tryna beg it
but most man feel that sh-t
so man just said it
was raised to show no emotion
still frozen
and with a heart like rock
i’ma show you what set in stone is
i got habits that i’m still in involved with
try to manage, but i’m still imploding
all my vices, hidden trojans
having visions, but they’re filled with roses
so ima drink this drink till this glass don’t klink no more
i drink, i smoke
hit the sink, then the kitchen floor
train-spotting till the kingdom falls
what we running from?
what we running from? still not sure
the bubbles in my air max still got cause
the stomp in my docs might lift them laws
hands off, what’s mine is yours
what’s yours is my mine
felt like i was wasting life
all those winter nights
p-ssing in the wind
whistling home
missing in action
now i’m just missing in foes
what a scene does, every knows
i can’t wait till the sun rise
blade in a long coat, cutting down souls
me and t upsah
shutting down shows
dem times never head credit on my phone
all those times when i did on my own
all those times when i did it on my jack jones
[outro]
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- kam bu jeshi

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