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letra de help! - luccas

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[intro]
ay, i’d love to call it mine but choccy made this jawn, man
hey

[verse]
i can’t sleep
fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
thinking of the p-man, we was bumping maxo kream
talk sh-t, get smoked, kept a pack on me
fours on fours, ol’ boy put a stack on me
thinking ‘bout the backs i beat
toxic piece, sn-tched her nappy ass weave
“remember, son
blood’s thicker than water”
sh-t sound cool if you don’t look harder
covenants, wombs? in tombs
that’s king tut, teirrah mantub
redone, like i made a deluxe
free son, like i’m mason
or you wanted songs, and i made some
with my kin, i’m gabe hunt, uh
n-ggas lying, like deserted soldiers
bullet holes, sh-t you couldn’t solder
we ain’t find out till we got older
them boys still ain’t sober
none of us had hit it over
and i ain’t ever touched nothing
but sh-t ain’t hitting, i might have something
ptsd on me, like cats and dreams
my eyes go out, like d. curry, and all i see’s the color green, uh
i might-
i might need to checked out
i might need to get decked out
too mad, and i’m stressed out
can’t sleep, brothers dead now
i can’t sleep
fiending at fourteen, holding that heat
grieving at thirteen, grabbing at sheets
thinking of the p-man, we was bumping maxo kream
talk sh-t, get smoked, kept a pack on me
fours on fours, ol’ boy put a stack on me
thinking ‘bout the backs i beat
toxic piece, sn-tched her nappy ass weave
“remember, son
blood’s thicker than water”
sh-t sound cool if you don’t look harder
covenants, wombs? in tombs
that’s king tut, teirrah mantub
redone, like i made a deluxe
free son, like i’m mason
or you wanted songs, and i made some
with my kin, i’m gabe hunt, uh
n-ggas lying, like deserted soldiers
bullet holes, sh-t you couldn’t solder
we ain’t find out till we got older
them boys still ain’t sober
none of us had hit it over
and i ain’t ever touched nothing
but sh-t ain’t hitting, i might have something
ptsd on me, like cats and dreams
my eyes go out, like d. curry, and all i see’s the color green, uh
i might-
i might need to checked out
i might need to get decked out
too mad, and i’m stressed out
can’t sleep, brothers dead now

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