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letra de rockstar remix (post malone) - mads veslelia

[verse:]
i dont give a d-mn if you dont wanna be my friend when i’ma strange outsider and i feel so low
and my body tense, and i pretend that i’ma attend but nah i’ma stay home
and if you dont understand then this nothing you can tame, rather be alone
everybody got a problem, i just hide ’em like i never found them, then they call me strong

but i don’t resolve no issues
i’m just a dumb kid, don’t fit, but i continue
no triumphant jump it’s no compet-tion
inside my bunker, numbless summers, zombies you
won’t see, but me, i see them all time look at me, crooked and ratty
looney, batty, i’m runing on max speed. my every thought is sort of heavy
walls are plenty, doors arent many, mom’s spagetti jokes are s-xy
sh-t is deeper than that, she’s back to rehab, with a relapse and the weeks elapsed and cracked

i just did tv and cr-p, screening me preaching and beleiving you beating them demons and being so clean, thats a fact. than uh, three days later you decided to say f-ck mads, “i go back” but you ain’t no motherf-cking rockstar, you 50 amphetamine mean a heart attack, but i’m glad you rihanna-bad, always back on the right path, with the right chat we can fight back, everybody got a bicep, not the right abs, and i write that, but it takes guts to stand despite shots in kneecaps. i don’t want chuck the feedback, but i don’t give a f-ck when they use the keyboard as niqabs. relaxed in a beanbag then i jinx that when i kidnap yo’ b-tch -ss, get teabag, believe that, no screen yeah. feel that

but they dont want this soul food
and they way that i insult you
when all i do is show true flows that may reveal how i devolve and what i go through
and you won’t admit it
but this ain’t for critics
this is ain’t for credit
when i spit it, you feel it, no fillers, just feelings, and you can’t compel it

- mads veslelia

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