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letra de proof - mjab

verse: 1
yeah
secret love, i seek the seagrams and and club
and if we speaking of the proof, i’m steady drinking for truth
thinking of you
i redefine my blood with the mix
pour me the fourth, double the fifth cause i ain’t buzzin for sh-t
liquor the g.o.a.t
it never hurts me
never cheats
it never leaves me
never easy, being the reason she would deceive me
i just miss her so much
but yet this bottle got me thinkin’
if i drink it to the bottom, then my sorrows will be shrinkin’
what’s that rush that i feel?
should i have mixed it with pills?
should i skip the appeals, maybe slit my wrists till i’m k!lled?
love is a sickness, it’s real
i live in infinite misery
instant remedies to heal be in this fifth of the hennessy
i’m fulfilled

verse 2:
morally, you meant more to me then myself
when the morning breeze through these smokies i’m hopin that you can feel it
understand my spirit
imperative, that you be near it
the clearest point of view i had was with you
but now i’m askin for you
to give me closure
supposedly couldn’t please you
so when the nights becoming colder
the sober me still believe you
but now
i got the liquor, mixed my vision conflicted
i missed that perfect person, the version, of innocence witnessed
depicted
some different sh-t, you was my rock and my hard place
locked in a dark sp-ce, i’m drinkin vodka my heart race
this bar sp-ced
down and out, with doubt that i feel
one and half ounces of happiness, six count for the k!ll
for real
verse 3:
these demons feeding off my energy
i fell off quick
my whole life gone be a lie
ain’t no well off sh-t
ain’t no going on back
to the twenty one six
ain’t no health, i need some help, better quit
give me that right, a, right, left, right, rb, right, left, a, y
swear if i can stay high, i survive another day rise
but wait i
smoke until i open emotions
can’t be controlling all these darker thoughts that keep me composted
no joking
i be devoted to hoes, and let em get most of me
until they get they fixin, too fictional, to get close to me
the sober me
matt baker
understand that
but then i sip this fifth of jager
till i understand, black
i saw my momma back in august
so hard when she ain’t involved and
ignoring all of my calls
she be hard to reach
want no part of me
father be
on his holy sh-t
hopefully, he dont notice this
woker me
with no coat to fit
ode to me
and my sober sh-t

- mjab

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