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letra de look up / save the day - michael christmas

look up

tick tick.. this shit is like. what is it? what’s the word?…
warm. this shit is warm. the irony is it’s cold as shit out

[verse 1]
i grew up by the crime side
there was no sign side
but all signs point to leaving
and stand too long might stop your breathing
the corner store selling beef patties
nigga i’ll gladly, spend that dollar
walk back to the crib head down
they like “what’s my addy?”
cause niggas always want to know where you from and
the only thing different between us is that gun, d-mn
some nights i pray my uncle got away or that gun jammed
i start looking up and i can’t see not one
like god d-mn it, is this even the same planet?
got this whole escape since young, that i’m planning

[hook x2]
look up! ain’t no stars in the hood
but i bet we would leave if we could
look up! ain’t no stars in the hood
but i bet we would leave if we could

[verse 2]
can’t sell no rock, no jump shot
no bandana, no bang, no pop
no hoes on me chicken heads don’t flock
louisville slugger next to my door knob
i hope one day we can fly
get that bread, move to dubai
master the p that’s all they know
ask for the v that’s all my hoes
hands in the sky that’s all my shows
ask for the hook, how that shit go?

“i wrote this shit cause i was actually.. i was smoking a cigarette it was 3 o’clock in the morning, and it’s so hot on my block and shit but, i still be trying to go outside, sometimes. so i look up and there’s no clouds, but there’s no stars.”

beat changes

save the day

tick tick
tick tick

[verse]
i said my mom say i can’t swear
i told her that wasn’t fair
they feeling on my hair
they opposite they near
they wonder about the jimmy
she hope it leave her paralyzed
now she go back to school
she drake she in that chair d-mn
fuck a function
fully functioning at my hall of fame induction
i’m spreading out my fingers and balling this shit disgusting
i feel like i’m the best so the acne couldn’t durant me nigga everybody b-mping
u2 invaded my itunes for a minute
the best alb-m on there was still by michael christmas
the most expensive nigga to budget. in time i’ll get it
i put a birthday cake on my rider in case i miss it
like what day was yesterday? i’m tryna cut the cake
when i die, fuck the wake. i want a party bring the fakes
and bring my fans, and bring lil b and tell him to bring his vans
i want them in my casket, and bring a chicken basket
bring them hating niggas that was tryna let me have it
and bring my wildest cousins yea i’m talking about the savage
i hope they take the ankle bracelet off my cousin jay
remember they would ask my pops if i could come and play
i kicked his door a little think i wanna come and stay
and hoes be acting crazy i reply with “namaste,” honestly

[hook x2]
for real for real
and not for fake
i tell the hoes
they got the cake
we eating out
i’m talking grace
i’m superman
i save the day

- michael christmas

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