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letra de casio - kojaque

[verse 1: kojaque]
used to think that i couldn’t rap with an accent
did my best tryna mask it
had my hope in a casket
young flame, tryna light up the masses
my buddy’d gas me up like
“drop this, it’s a classic,” but
my look was wrong, my voice sucked
my image was seen from someone else’s vision
guess that’s why i was too blind to see it
or make decisions
that’s always the case when you don’t trust your inner wisdom
first time i smoked was so i could rap about it
to be honest i didn’t feel it, the f-ck was so appealing
’bout passin’ out in a couch, my stomach teaming with doubt?
like i’d ever make a name as some white rhyming fenian
no pot to p-ss in, pleading on deaf ears
my buddy p’d listen, we drifted over the years
used to whip the van ’round park with a gram in hand
rap something up in the passenger
would’ve had ’em in tears like
“okay, so what you waitin’ on?”
he had the six-disk switcher, i was the favourite song
i burned the first tape for ’em, he wrote the label on
“remember me when ya make it”
he made me play it for ’em
back to back, roll up each night
skinnin’ spliff, scheme how we gonna leave this life
i mean sh-t, “you gonna make it on the tv, right?”
well, that sounds so good, let me hear that twice
[chorus: maverick sabre & koqaque]
said, it sounds so good, let me hear it
said, it sounds so good, let me hear it
said, it sounds so good, let me hear it
said, it sounds so good, let me hear it

[verse 2: kojaque]
he left a few voice notes i couldn’t get back to
i left ’em hang the whole summer, i guess i’m that dude
i tried his old phone number, i musta messed up something
i rang about six times before i got through
start reminiscing, he told me how he was feeling
side of the train tracks, sayin’ he’s thinking of leaving
tellin’ me he’s not loving the kinda sh-t that he’s thinking
said there’s too much on his plate for him to f-cking deal with
told me, “why the f-ck’d i get stuck with this sh-t?
there’s worse dudes than me and they’re all making it big
jesus ain’t returnin’ my calls, i’m f-ckin sick
of livin’ life by the book, i’d be better a convict
better off in a cell or better off sellin’ rock
or better off in a rocket that i’m not planning to stop
better the penitentiary’s keeping me on lock
’cause nothing’s worse than being imprisoned by these thoughts
a prisoner of this life, my warden’s my f-ckin’ psyche
keep me locked up with the evil sh-t that’s inside me
outwardly i act with the utmost of propriety
and still i f-ckin’ feel like a menace to the society
what the f-ck am i doing? feel my arteries pumpin’
i can’t hear myself think with the sound of my heart thumpin’
stood at the train tracks, really thinkin’ of jumpin’
what the f-ck is wrong with me?”
i told ’em, “nothing”
“f-ck is wrong with me, man?”
not a d-mn thing
let it breathe
[verse 3: kojaque]
that seemed to ease the tension
told ’em, focus on your negatives you lose sight of your blessings
wouldn’t believe the time i wasted second-guessing
musta changed this line eight times, get the message?
i’ve seen too many fall victim the same fate
n0body extends the hand till it’s too late
next your shaking hands with the family at the wake
just ’cause n0body told us that you don’t have to be ok
don’t have to do your best
don’t have to hit expectations
spending your time furious
waiting on your patience
trying to keep going when you don’t have motivation
you can catch a lift with me, depression’s my main station

[interlude: koqague]
let it breathe

[verse 4: kojaque]
i won’t forget we were dead broke
living life by the shekel
did your best to have my bad side hide and remain jekyll
used to make sure that i knew i wouldn’t be heckled
when i stood up to spit, you had my back from the get go
i won’t forget about that gold on my wrist
tellin’ you for weeks, all the talk of making it big
that rolex complex wasn’t making me tick
i wanted something more subtle, you told me that was sick
presented me with a gift and i hear it beep on the hour
cold gold wrapping my wrist in divine power
i think about that sh-t when my train’s leaving its tower
i think about that sh-t when my watch beeps in the shower
man, i hope you play this sh-t in your ear and sleep tight
hope you find hope in these lines on dark nights
used to get p-ssed, this watch beeping at night
now it sounds so good, let me hear that twice
said, it sounds so good let me hear it
yeah i sued to get p-ssed that this watch beeping at night
now it sounds so good, let me hear that twice

- kojaque

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