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letra de twisted - kris queso

yeah, i’ma slow it down a bit
ok step to the side, b-tch look at my eyes
i ain’t the only one being fooled with a disguise
lonely mothaf-cka, i’m really over it
got all these friends, yet most of them think i ain’t sh-t

f-ck em

point fingers, laugh at me
i ain’t the one who’s gonna be broke, sitting by a tree
i’m awake, do as i please, pray to jes-us
since he’s the only one who believes in kris

but it’s still cool, though
delayed my music but it’s still cool, yo
deadlines got me cooked cause of school, bro
women got me stressed out and it ain’t cool, no

start a f-cking riot, that’s what i’ll do
wakin’ up at 7am, wastin’ time, nothin’ new
what’d you learn today? jack f-ckin’ sh-t
i learned that schools a waste of time
and it ain’t teaching me sh-t
i’m done
f-ckin’ done
i say i’m done and i haven’t begun
i wanna quit, all this sh-t
just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
because i’m done
f-ckin’ done
i say i’m done and i haven’t begun
i wanna quit, all this sh-t
just wanna stay in my room, and make hits

yeah

days flying by, slowly i get by
school years passing by
growin’ older, gonna die
17 and broke, that’s the story of my life
but one day you’ll all choke
realise that i was right

eat, sh-t, work, sleep, wake up and repeat
what a boring f-cking cycle
i’ma end my own meets, oops
other way around, meet my own ends
i’m the one who’s gonna make amends
yeah, f-ck the trends
be your biggest fan, who gives a sh-t about friends
earn your money, go and bag a ten
yip, yap, yippy yap
all i hear is sh-t and cr-p
f-ckin’ bum haters always tryna say my sh-t is wack

uh, but it’s cool though
shot my shot and missed it like a fool, oh
people wanna find me like a jew’s gold
too bad i ain’t for sale, yeah i’m cool bro

everybody’s soft, it ain’t cool no?
society a b-tch, and you all know
sick of working all night, then going to school, bro
i’ma recalibrate, remind y’all that

i’m done
f-ckin’ done
i say i’m done and i haven’t begun
i wanna quit, all this sh-t
just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
because i’m done
f-ckin’ done
i say i’m done and i haven’t begun
i wanna quit, all this sh-t
just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
one more time? (ight)

write, spit, mix, sleep
make a song, then repeat
if it sucks, run amok
find a topic to write sh-t about
zero f-cks given, that’s the set mind
my mind is set on earning money
i’ll admit, i’m money blind
dollars, bills, lots of cash
earning money, getting stacks
if i’m stuck, get unstuck
find a path to get you back on track
twisted up, that’s how my mind be
so confused on what i’m doing
if it’s really working out, or if i’m falling out
20 things on my mind, running daily, skipping training
got me straining, but this music entertaining
trying to fit it all together
twist it up, make em’ clash
keep this sh-t up, i’ma slowly end up baring the crash

uh
but it’s cool, though
keep on working late, and you’ll tour, yo
ignore the hate, yeah, they all fools, bro
they don’t realize it’s workin, earn them jewels, go

yeah i’m fallin’ down a slope
and i’m slowly losin’ hope
boutta go and fetch a rope
and i keep on trying to cope
am i gonna make it out?
will i ever make it out?

i don’t know im just hopin’ this the right route

- kris queso

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