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letra de angel numbers - king havana

[hook]
i hear the whispers, the competition hateful
i feel the weight of the crown but yet i’m grateful
i used to show face but now i much prefer to lay low
off the grid sending features using morse code and pay phones
when i die only place sunflowers on my gravestone
a diamond in the rough ’till it’s diamonds on my jaeger
days been numbered still asking “where did they go?”
still haven’t found my halo

[verse]
i ain’t been the same since my lil’ homie died
and ever since that day, i been avoiding talks with god
it’s hard to trust the bible when the people right beside you
either died or went astray, sh-t, i been questioning my squad
funerals got us choked up like secondhand smoke
fighting back the tears, i’m tryna find new ways to cope
turned these lessons into lyrics and i showed you all my flaws
trapping lighting in a bottle hearing thunderous applause
the story of young icarus, innocent turned villainous
waxing poetic for sh-t that’s less frivolous
my dawgs been off the chain and my reign is unwavered
my pain been shown plainly, yet their hatred still flagrant
you could be making art instead you crying and bitter
you just an under average rapper paying elon for twitter (haha)
pushing 30 with no fans and no future to speak of
i’ll use the fabric of your hoodie to clean the blood off my sneakers, b-tch
my angel numbers said success is coming any day now
spitting heat until my ego peaks and starts to break down
some of y’all been counting down the days untili fall off
but y’all gon need an awful long calendar to mark on, yeah
it’s a murder scene when i put my pen to loose leaf
these sheets will cut deep and this a sk!ll i plan to keep
i spoke to god, he told me what my future held for me
he said success is at my fingertips and i just need to reach
king
[hook]
i hear the whispers, the competition hateful
i feel the weight of the crown but yet i’m grateful
i used to show face but now i much prefer to lay low
off the grid sending features using morse code and pay phones
when i die only place sunflowers on my gravestone
a diamond in the rough ’till it’s diamonds on my jaeger
days been numbered still asking “where did they go?”
still haven’t found my halo

- king havana

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