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letra de headf#ck - mic righteous

you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head

you f-cked my head up, i wrote this letter
you put me down, i could not get up
my brother told me, you f-cking better
these other rappers, they’ll come and lap ya
i want the spotlight, they say its not mine
i do what they do, they say thats not mic
back to p-ssion, back to spazzin’
like it ran out of fashion, f-ck it, back to mashin’

you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head

you f-cked my head up, from just a younger
another tenner, i roll the l up
and smoke that potent, to stop that stress up
because of you there’s so much that i don’t remember
but ironically, i won’t forget ya
you shut my mind off so the demons will not enter
i’m not a quitter, i’m on a winner
and everywhere i go, uh i gotta bill up

you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head up
you f-cked my head

i visit my manor, i come and go
it’s so f-cking cold, everyone’s a ghost
i always thought we’d blow, so many stories told
i gave my life, my blood and bones
i touch your soul, i’m coming home
my brother told me breeze out, pack your sh-t and leave now
you got too much p-ssion to be beat down, by this ghost town
you know how to swim because you’ve seen me drown

you f-cked my head up

two-twos, they dont know the half, you do
they don’t know my heart, you do
why’s that? cause you choose to
i trust you, why the fu’ would i ever wanna lose you
we move reckless, got screws loose
both tryna figure out who’s who
got guns drawn, can’t bring ourselves to shoot
but if i tell the truth, we should shoot
shoot, i’m going to h-ll with you
if we both go how they gonna fill our shoes?
they ain’t realer, yo bill up, i’ll bill up 2
i feel sicker and sicker, what’s in our goose?
is it the liquor, is it im sick of you
i know you feel the same, i puke you puke
lucky i wasn’t in front of a camera
sorry cause i got too drunk and i slapped ya
feel like i had to, feel like i had the right
what kinda man am i? yea, my hands are tied
how many times have we tried?
im so high, i think can we fly
i’m too angry weren’t built for family life

- mic righteous

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