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letra de commitment - lloyd banks

[verse 1]
the blamin’ game is super lame, who signs up just to suffer?
my name’s my name, your love’s cocaine, you sniff, it turn a sucka
girl your s-x is everything, don’t mean a thing if you don’t trust her
lift a dropper, broke her heart somewhere along the way i must’ve had a calmer visit
life’s a blizzard and it’s gon’ get colder
rolled a f-ckin’ ace, consecutively just wanting to hold ya
told ya i would make a change, feel like the only one that dig ya
signal’s out of range, i’m losing you slowly, this sh-t’s a bit hard
to be focused with the wrong interferеnce, no way to live
can’t trust a motherf-ckin soul out hеre, rather just play the crib
i’m having memories of trauma, was hard to remain a kid
and you can cut the tension up with a razor blade and i slid
down an alcohol river, tryna drink til i sleep it off
i’m imagining new success, as sweet as your weak remorse
made a promise to shake it all, i will never repeat the loss
cause ain’t no room for cruel distractions, have you drifting off the course

[hook]
it’s time we have a talk about commitment
i thought with that, everything could be different
i’m trying to lead you in direction
thought if i give you some sp-ce, things would get better but they didn’t
the line between reality, you gotta know the difference
important that you separate what is from what isn’t
there’ll never be progress if there ain’t no room to listen
one minute is calm, next minute you’re trippin’
[verse 2]
uh, i’m hoping to leave enough good stories for you to tell about me
if i didn’t go through all of these issues, who the h-ll would i be?
i miss my og, i apply all the things that he taught me
this life is costly, they won’t even lay you in that box free
i sense the hateful intentions, no need for the track devices
pulled myself so many times, hard to count up the sacrifices
when the bullsh-t just don’t add up, n0body’ll match the prices
do too much trippin’, never really get to know what paradise is
no gain in holdin’ pain inside, it’s worth it to be realer
the foulest route is homicide that time divides a k!ller
don’t you ever close your eyes on me, rather sleep on chinchilla
villa days and night, something ain’t right i hate a thriller
was told i often come off too cold, there you go shivering
had to tell you no for once, guess i’m a piece of sh-t again
you used to treat me like, “oh, now we’re remembering?”
ain’t nothing worse than the point you gotta pretend your friend

- lloyd banks

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