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letra de fym - lincoln price

[intro: casey k]
i’m not hearing you, it’s hard to see…

[verse 1]
all of a sudden it’s like she wanna hang out so much
i can’t be getting all distracted with attention sl-ts
i’m adhd, and if you don’t think i’m reaching for my dreams
you asleep like actually
and now i ain’t your man so you understand
it’s ironic how that sh-t go hand-in-hand
cause now i am surrounded by the famous
singers, models, actresses, and entertainers
and now you jelly like ky
and i don’t give a f-ck like it stay dry
cause everything we did, and everything we’ve done
was a chapter of a book that i burnt to keep warm
and now she got another rapper after her
met him at a cypher and he wasn’t half as talented
lincoln price a maniac and that’s just how i’m acting
like a battle rapper i could slap his -ss and make an act of it
but now i’m way better off
cause my timbs pushing 7-series pedals and i’m gone
but i know he know who your love with though
that’s why he stood on stage and tried to diss me at a talent show
not allowed to cuss, dumbed down without the radio
these poets f-cking posers like a mannequin for zumeiz
life’s a f-cking journey and i’m loving every step
cause i’m six-foot three and i got long legs, the f-ck you mean?

[hook: casey k]
you said that you’d always be there for me (fym, fym)
i tried so hard to give you what you need (fym, the f-ck you mean?)
i’m not hearing you, it’s hard to see (fym, fym)
cause you said that you’d always be down for me (fym, the f-ck you mean?)

[verse 2]
leather seats at the dealer, talking prices on a bimmer
loving life as a rhymer now forgetting every reason
and every time these nerds get the nerve
i’m that gator-skinned, last one with feelings hurt
f-ck being a rapper with a day job
nine-to-five in the booth, that’s a day’s work
imagination is expansive
my mind’s a f-cking mansion i’m just living in my head
you should act different yo, her body was immaculate
i wouldn’t give a f-ck if it was chained to a bed
going through the changes cause it’s part of trying to heal
yo, i acted like a bag of f-ck fluid on the real
reconnect the dots with the kids who had my back
but what’s the point if you can’t laugh? i mean
occupation of an artist i’m just manifesting fantasies
so i’m making panties wet while i’m painting on the canvas
yeah, now on some real man sh-t
lavish living ain’t the reason that i’m rappin’
to make a woman feel special cause there ain’t too many left
yet it’s best if i keep it one hundred with you, b
swimming through the deep end, plenty fish in the sea
what you thought it was, a get rich quick scheme?
asking me what i could earn with this degree
rocking hoodies that got for free, the f-ck you mean?

[hook]

- lincoln price

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