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letra de aloof - michael autumn

i said i love you, she said that’s a lie
i don’t wana be in my feelings i told you a thousand times
i smoke to repeal it, got a magic mirror smile
i’m a villain when i’m angry man my thoughts start switching sides
working willing to be better in my room i see they eyes
all judging, where you going, get a path, a better life
flipping thru some pictures can’t go back to burger fries
wore a hair net in the kitchen, f-cked my braids up all the time
water wippin, washing dishes, bro said flip a brick i tried
hit the school sh-t on a monday, fall asleep while tryna write
back to the hood, (?) bump me on the ride
bro came to scoop in the hoop, godd-mn right
we tryna troop to a coupe, i share it all with the guys
drugs in the room, i don’t partake it ain’t mine
rock and i drop me a bag
ain’t no pursuit, ain’t no more chasin the bag
we both just sit on our -ss

(hook)
i’m aloof, i don’t think i do, i don’t want i get
where yo troop? oh you sent for me? that’s not much a threat
i’m aloof, i don’t think i do, i don’t want i get
where yo troop? oh you sent for me? that’s not much a threat
i’m aloof, i don’t think i do, i don’t want i get
where yo troop? oh you sent for me? that’s not much a threat
i’m aloof, i don’t think i do, i don’t want i get
where yo troop? oh you sent for me? that’s not much a threat

(verse 2)
i’m having dreams of dubai, it’s like a fiend off his high
i want my seed to be so rich that he can’t have the sky and cry
i tell my team hop in the whip, i bet they come in for the ride
call me mean but in real life i’m just the realest f-ckin guy
brick about his business, hire n-ggas, i don’t scr-p
fists’ll do some damage, see the scars upon my hand
21, a savage, but now i’m about my cash
had your shawty dancing to my music now you mad
i was born misfortunate so how’d i stack it fast
i couldn’t even tell you that was so far in the past
but wicked, cold water, no water, dirty dishes
the roof leakin, floor smell like dead children
oh jesus, i ain’t got faith, but prayin
i hope it reach him, we need to get outta here
me and all my people workin hard to make progress in it
i hope the blank man don’t stop all my work with all his censorship
if i can’t put my voice out i know i’ll p-ss with my penmanship
r-e-s-p-e-c-t me and all of my brethren
b-tch
and f-ck all that mumble rap sh-t….ima do it again

- michael autumn

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