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letra de if im being honestt - kuru

[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
ayy, f-ck

[chorus]
i think ’bout dying like all the time, but i’m way too p-ssy to do it
had to stack on ’em, had to flex whenever, i’m gon’ post with the rolls, i’m a nuisance
i’ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, ’cause no one will do sh-t
ayy, no one will do sh-t, “stay out the way real quick,” i’m like, “f-ck that”
huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that’s another pushback
ayy, head running and running in circles, i’m going whatever, don’t look back
ayy, tenth grade, i was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag

[verse 1]
i’m like, “huh, why? huh, can you leave me ‘lone?”
i don’t wanna get a tastе, but you around the globe
why? why? this ain’t what i hoped
i don’t tеll n0body sh-t, i’m hiding behind the clout
why? huh, why? r.i.p. uzi and r.i.p. [jay?]
this sh-t get harder to cope every day
i just think ’bout my dad when i fed me a play
go up, go down, it’s a two-way street
go up, go down, it’s a two-way— d-mn
you was tweakin’ like sh-t if you thought you the man
pop out to the show, i got brand-new stands
[bridge]
pop out to the show, man, i love my fans
huh, what? ayy, what?
i don’t got much to say, i don’t really like xans
i’ll go whenever, i don’t gotta spend
new clique, gotta cop brand-new pants
chrome with the hoodie, dior on the pants
remember the days i was still wearin’ vans
(huh, those days weren’t that bad)
what? huh, what, what, what, what, what? (del-delta)

[verse 2]
i copped me new drip, don’t like the pictures, i’ll post what i want
copped a gun just for the fashion, he a civ’, no weeds in front
ayy, it’s anybody’s world if you thinkin’ about it
so, f-ck it, just do what you want
ayy, just f-ck it, just do what you do
they make me, they make you
cough my lungs out, i’m like, “f-ck,” this sh-t feelin’ like i got the flu
don’t tell me that we through, don’t tell me that we f-cked up
that’s a point of view, i’m kickin’ sh-t with my lil’ bro in my mihara boots
i’m bein’ honest, like, yeah, i’m sad, you told me, “yeah, i’m sad too”
i just hit london, h-ll yeah, i’m mad, tryna figure out where we just rendezvous
look at my mind, man, i been tortured, but f-ck it, i’ll get me a bag too
ha-ah, uh, what?
[chorus]
i think ’bout dying like all the time, but i’m way too p-ssy to do it
had to stack on ’em, had to flex whenever, i’m gon’ post with the rolls, i’m a nuisance
i’ma still wonder why he want my head bad, huh, ’cause no one will do sh-t
ayy, no one will do sh-t, “stay out the way real quick,” i’m like, “f-ck that”
huh, ayy, got too depressed and overthought the album, that’s another pushback
ayy, head running and running in circles, i’m going whatever, don’t look back
ayy, tenth grade, i was tweaking with all of the pills in the bookbag

- kuru

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