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letra de the game (forever) - loe pesci

[intro: -sample-]
“why i am stopped in this game by just you?”
“why i am stopped in this game by just you?”

[verse 1: loe pesci]
i’m at the recording session and i’m kinda hungry
they say ‘loe you kinda hungry, got a giant tummy
you at the recording session’, i’m like ‘time is money’
independent man, the industry is vile and ugly
look around 360 and they tryna drug me
tryna hook and lure you in like some kinda junkie
thoughts of my past, broads i’ve smashed
the songs we had, keep smoking and drinking that time was lovely
if i did you wrong or p-ssed you off
since you gone the people i hate most is tryna love me
if i’m all alone and feel there’s no sign above me
the person i’m not i feel is gonna try become me
but i’ve passed the age, so it has to wait
just an everyday sample and that’s the breaks

[chorus: the narcicyst]
see i could be who you want me to, but i know i won’t
but i can see you don’t want the truth, and i know you don’t
i could be who you want me to, or i
could be here if you want me to

[verse 2: the narcicyst]
but when it’s said and done we the better ones (get ’em)
let ’em run miles in our j 1’s, smiling since day one
and when the loss counts money fell from the trees, all out
but the branch stabbed it in a rothschild
i roam streets at home, like a stranger in moscow
displaced face in a large crowd
don’t let me bring the narc’ out
dark cloud on, happy days, ron howard
a five percenter told me ‘born, power’
if only days had more hours, bittersweet gone sour
i can feel my feet all outta sync like drainpipes
relearn how to think about vain life
is he political or just aware in interviews?
hard to see an in to you reflecting off a mirror view
but did you ever care, you were never there when i was mourning like alonzo
you weren’t in the council, burn another ounce though
no mathematics, so you could never count dope
one time for your mind, two times for the soul
three times for my kind when the bodies turn cold
as time unfolds, the minutes turn flat
the pain, the pleasure, the ‘caine, it left her, the game, forever

[chorus: the narcicyst]
or i, could be here if you want me to
see i could be who you want me to, but i know i won’t
but i can see you don’t want the truth, and i know you don’t
i could be who you want me to, or i
could be here if you want me to

- loe pesci

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