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letra de new beginnings - lunar c

[verse 1]
from a little city where the grass ain’t greener
no plan b and no plan a either
so many times i was down and i didn’t think that i had a hope, now i’m on bigger things
at eleven i lost my mummy and my daddy was druggy
so we never had no money or food in the cupboards
anyone i ever gave a f-ck about is here with me though
holla ’cause we went to school with each other
i’ve been roaming these bradford streets since before i had money or spat bars
before i had cocaine resin on my bank card
me and my brother used to wrestle in the backyard
still ain’t grown up, don’t have a clue, i’m just winging it
[?] making stupid life decisions
got kicked out of school and back in them days
i couldn’t go to college, na, i had to get paid
no tagalongs, i don’t wanna drag your dead weight
i don’t wanna die on this b-st-rd estate
from a little city where it’s cold and grey
and everything moves at a slower pace
with all i’ve said, it’s the only place
that i could ever call home and never go away

[hook]
i’m back in my old ends, looking for new beginnings
every mistake’s a lesson to be learned so even when i lose i’m winning
feeling like i’ve been dealt a bad hand but i guess that’s just how it goes
i’m tryna get everything i missed out on, no time to sit around and moan
i’m back in my old ends, looking for new beginnings
every mistake’s a lesson to be learned so even when i lose i’m winning
sometimes i look back on my life and i wonder where most of it’s gone
thinking how can the years go by so fast but the days still seem so long
(i’m back in my old ends)
(sometimes i look back on my life and i wonder where most of it’s gone)
(but the days still seem so long)
[bridge: deep throat (1972) movie exert]
what’s a nice joint like you doing in a girl like this?
how did you get in here?
you called me, i didn’t call you
oh, some days nothing seems to go right
what’re you? crazy?

[verse 2]
chipboard on the windows of the flat lot again
the world’s cold, the brandy turns slower when you haven’t got a friend
tryna [?] from a nut, back counting up my loose change
told myself a new day coming but it’s tuesday morning
got a few days more of this
’til i get a couple of days just to try and make sense out of all of it
torture with the sound of desperate screams and police sirens
scavengers with their thumbs up for a free ride
i’m ill, you can be in doubt or be silent
just like the beating down streetlights
reflect off the brain as it hits the road
just to show lost souls all that glitters ain’t gold
can’t swim the [?] on your own
blame each other for our problems but we’re all in the same boat
from a little city where the grass ain’t greener
no plan b and no plan a either
fall flat on my face, i get back up and say that ‘sh-t happens’ like that makes it easier
while you watching tv and fl!cking through a magazine
i’ve got my headphones on thinking up a strategy
scribbling a masterpiece, real life never lives up to the fantasy
i keep my spirits high with this liquor and a bag of weed
back past in the bright future, i’m tryna see the best of both worlds
a soul search like i’m tryna guess my own worth
and don’t learn nothing except that i’m a cold person
no morals, so what, when the f-ck did i say i was a role model?
i ain’t tryna be something i ain’t
only look up to me when i’m stood on a stage
[outro]
[?] you filthy b-st-rd

- lunar c

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