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letra de what i want - kenneth goodrich & westside boogie

(intro)

no matter what you doing
just know that you could
really be whatever
(imma mothaf-ckin’ legend dog)

(hook)

i could be what i want
i can see it so thorough
i could be anything
anything in the world
i could be what i want
picture me in a mural
i could be anything
anything in the world
i could be what i want
i can see it so thorough
i could be anything
anything in the world
i could be what i want
picture me in a mural
i could be anything
anything in the world
i could be
(verse)

i-i-i-i i feel like jesus
slightly a different meaning
live by my word i’m preaching
k!llin’ off all my demons
shoot for my dreams al queda
jesus he be that saver
heebie-jeebie don’t savor
shе freaky sweet like satan
she toxic shе that danger
more money way more problems
they say the world’s your oyster
guess had to hit rock bottom
i lost myself to find it
brainstorm to change the climate
they say it’s in your mind
n that’s reason i stay shining
lost my identity n
didn’t see the future bright yet
i thought i’d be an athlete
mom said to be a doctor
my life was lacking meaning
round the time i started college
focused on that plan b
until i seen that it was nonsense
then focused all on me
said f-ck it though i’m going all in
start engineering and producing
now i’m doing all it
yea i depend on me
won’t ever let me down
now i be everywhere
just take a look around
(hook)

(verse)

had to get right and learned to put me above, uh
i had this sight, then brought it to life
’cause sh-t, i ain’t dreamed enough, uh
cover my eyes and that’s when i seen
just to believe in dust, uh
i could be blind and get to the end
as long as i leave with love, uh
long as i leave with love, uh
i had to look through the smoke, uh
enemies spoke but they had to choke
’cause i had my foot on they throat, uh
then they got close, my n—-s got ghost
’cause they couldn’t stand the odds, uh
sh-t, i was born to take any form
’cause i got the hand of god, uh
(i got the)
got the devil on your line
that’s mighty fine, but what’s the cost?
b-tch this gold i got inside
cannot be p-wned or auctioned off
might have slipped a couple times
i ain’t defined, just ’cause of loss
had to sharpen up my sword
i use that sh-t to cut you off
(hook)

- kenneth goodrich westside boogie

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