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letra de maybe - london yellow

[verse]
my people switch up
they think i made it, started acting different
cold and distance
something ain’t right
what the f-ck am i missing?
all this food to cook but there ain’t no one inside my kitchen
maybe it’s lies from all these broken women
telephone
happy i never locked my heart away
i knew something was wrong
y’all ain’t even talk to me
as simple as stopping, picking up the phone and calling me (h-llo?)
or maybe it’s jealousy
but why would they envy me?
i share my food, money, platform and entity
how the f-ck my home dogs turn into my enemies?
used to think it was now
’till we’re fed to the centipedes
maybe they wanted more than what i could give
if that’s the case, don’t know what to say but, what gives?
maybe i’m just too cringe
it really be your own friends
i wish that i could close the door and listen in
i wonder what they say when i’m not around to give my two cents
got almost everything i want
but something ain’t right
still sleeping through the day up
thinking through the night like:
“how come i’m the n-gga that always get cut off? when these people do me crazy, and i still forgive them all.”
imagine the type sh-t that would have me appalled
y’all, if i spilled beans, it would break jaws
i keep it to myself
the same people exploited me
put my anger on the shelf
i swear to god that it poisons me
don’t be surprised if i lose my mind
go on a spree, whoop-de-dah-dee
leave no one behind
i’m sick of all the fake smiles and the lies
please, tell me how it is b-tch
drop your disguise
getting sick of “fame and fortune”
should’ve stayed “poor” and died
if i was offered this man
i would’ve declined
but as far as you’re concerned i’m living life and i’m doing fine
typical
the sun’s coming up, it’s time to close the blinds
i’m tired of being nice
i’mma start being blunt as f-ck
and rude as sh-t
i wrote it in the song so that i don’t forget
i ain’t letting nothing slide again
and i’mma pull your card, you f-cking r-t-rd
you’ll regret the moment that you shifted yards

[outro]
this goofy n-gga going giving garsh
harsh
godd-mn
should have shown respect from the start
now i’m in the dark
and i’m under dirt
i’m still breathing
running out of air, you feel your f-cking soul leaving

- london yellow

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