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letra de love me knot - louis. & sam brown

[verse 1]
unh, yeah
unh, unh, yeah

off and on again, do you feel the same?
tell me why it’s all emotion, but we on a separate plane?
tell me why it’s all emotion, but we running separate pace?
feeling like a man down, chalk around me every day
we been here the whole time
kinda like the issues we’re avoiding
the elephant in the room, the spider inside the toilet
irrelevant cess sessions, i’m blazed and writing the pain
if you need me, i need you too
the needle inside my veins
i’m still addicted, dissing all the haters, what is this?
if you with it then be with it, let me hear you talking sl!ck
and it’s game over ’til the pain over, got the game oversighted
aim open and you sitting in the sights
watch the revolt, continue to freeze lord
the boy coming with it, stashed the burner in the seat fold
but forever peaceful
easing off the st–ze ’cause i’m older now
tell ’em we the gravity that hold it down

[hook]
i tell her i love her still, she told me she love me not
i know that i had a job, i called and they laid me off
i swear i might lose it one of these days
i swear i might lose it one of these days
i told ’em i’m marching still, they moving me off the lot
tell ’em i’m everything they believe, and they think i’m not
i swear i might lose it one of these days
i swear i might lose it one of these days

[verse 2]
on a mission determined to bud
open like lotuses on the pond
floating over the opus i’m holding onto my mind, and humanity
this world where we candidly catch a murder
and justify over twitter for people we never heard of a minute prior
but you richard pryor with memes?
tell you to take it serious, get it by any means if it’s necessary
h-ll, it’s very scary, these streets
where you selling cds is reason for open season, it seems
that our morals are f-cked, tryna carry to the next day
putting baggage on and praying the weight’ll spill on our way
to the dumpster or truck
feeling dumb when you’re struck
open your heart and move, don’t focus on giving up
’cause we can bring the pain down
we can bring the rain with the tears
it’s the same now, a week ago, and nearly sixty years
put fist in sky, we living lives
but i’m sniffing these forget-me-nots
chillin’, getting high, wipe my eyes like

- louis sam brown

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