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letra de take_it_back_v3 - kj (black heart)

[intro}
(whoa, kenny)
i am…

[verse]
nineteen, designer fiend
anti-lean, levi jeans
mind psychotic, girlfriend’s toxic
weed exotic, smoking chronic
y’all faker than my smile
i see thru you from a mile
i know it’s been a while
but i can’t forget your smile
grew up on zack & cody
lone coyote, off peyote, cacti emoji
car littered with paraphernalia
she said i’m just a f-cking failure
don’t know what the f-ck to tell ya
if i did, i wouldn’t tell ya
over sleeping, lucid dreaming
lost my mind, i’m f-cking tweaking
tryna fight these f-cking demons
tryna dodge these f-cking feelings
high fashion, demna gvsalia
chanel comma gabriel
almost famous, zooey deschanel
on too…
alexander w-ng
helmut lang
you’re a f-cking lame
f-ck up out my lane
[verse]
(as we go a little something like…)
f-ck a life, i’m too depressed
tryna slow down on these cigarettes
now i’m even more distressed
now i’m even more oppressed
sh-t mental health, sh-t physical health
only focused on my future wealth
i lay low, a master of f-cking stealth
you text too much, i don’t enough
now my phone, she’s blowing up
she ain’t ever f-cking growing up
sh-t’s got me f-cking throwing up
you need to calm down, you stupid c-nt
stop stalling, pass that f-cking blunt

[beat switch]
(here, shake hands with danger)

[verse]
all she wanna do is smoke weed
ain’t been sober in f-cking two weeks
from thc to ecstasy, from lsd to dmt
this sh-t’s gonna be the death of me
i get higher than my insurance
pass out, low endurance
relapsing’s just a recurrence
do you love me?, i need reassurance
for a lost soul, what’s the price tag?
died over clout, and a louis bag
p-ssy b-tch, a f-cking f-g
this world we’re in is f-cking sad
you ain’t mean it, but you f-cking said it
my depression’s your aesthetic
you’re gonna need a paramedic
somebody call a f-cking medic
all my friends left me on read
i should probably just go on back to bed
they’ll probably love me more when i’m f-cking dead
and i mean what i f-cking said
[verse]
(as we go a little something like…)
on the school bus, bumping schoolboy q
you got all those f-cking followers, but n0body know you
don’t n0body know sh-t about the sh-t i’ve been thru
all they wanna f-cking hear is good news
i’m stuck like i stepped in glue
they still don’t have a f-cking clue
haven’t cried since my best friend died
no where left to hide, i’m so f-cking tired
i think i’m truly dead inside

- kj black heart

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