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letra de honestly - kaymuni

[intro]
going back to the corner where i first saw you
gonna camp in my sleeping bag, i’m not gonna move
got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
saying, “if you see this girl, can you tell her where i am?”
some try to –

[verse]
honestly, the life that i live kinda horrid b
i know i make it look nice, i know it look comfy b
the truth is though, i can’t find no comfort b
when i got a gun on me, only time i sleep comfortably
i done five winters, four summers b
i remember when i weren’t your cup of tea
now she wanna fuck with me, i just find it funny b
when i got a bird, i told her “come with me”
and she ain’t wanna run with me
it’s cool though, honestly
shawty, i ain’t fronting, all i want is p’s
and fеds kept hitting man with birds and i ain’t wanna leave
likе this is what it’s gotta be
told ’em “when i come home, this time i’ll do it properly”
but they ain’t take me in though probably
cah they heard that shit all before fam
more money, more scrams, i just need some more bands
i used to bill a doobz and do road in them court vans
i wanna get back to my cell, i had a long day in court fam
i remember guilty verdicts had my peeps stressed
my nigga dange told me “do more, speak less”
and i ain’t with the bs, on bro, i’ll beat spesh
had me in a deep mess, swapping weed for a cheap tech
you don’t know the feeling fam, i don’t expect you to
everybody’s gotta cope so tell me what gets you through
for me it was them weed packs cah i ain’t get no letters boo
how can i complain though with all the years that s will do?
i woke up in the trap, fiends craving, trap house raving
long time since i seen the pavements
and i ain’t seen bonez in ages, best friends turn pagans
shit then, everyone’s a wagan
and kay ain’t never gave a statement
you were splashing out while i was saving, that’s why we ain’t relating
and yeah, that’s my bro, we ain’t related, buss it for him same way
catch a case and i’ma end up in that station
real nigga raps, he ain’t built like that though
don’t speak on the blowers cah the jakes might tap phones
this shit’s all mad bro, my marj was my backbone
nuff time i seen her cry cah the jakes wanna trash home
i’m in the dingers with the killers, other side, tryna snatch souls
heard they wanna snatch mine, that’s why i don’t lack bro
twenty-fours, i’m strapped up, you can ask that ho
you can ask that don or you can ask that foe
i back it in a bait place, don’t care ’bout no back road
i chinged him on high street, s slapped him on that road
i chinged him on high street, s slapped him on that road
[outro]
maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
and you’ll see me waiting for you, on the corner of the street
words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
saying, “if you see this girl, can you tell her where i am?”

- kaymuni

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