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letra de summers over - moko (uk)

right
no more days of summer, right
no more days of summer, right
there’s no more days of summer
no more empty flings
no love for pointless lover
and i don’t care for the songs you sing
i think she’s undercover
she keep asking shady things
she thinks i’m dumb and dumber
look at the table what do you bring
they wanna silent lamb
i think these guys on crack
the way that they live their life for the gram
i keep getting stuffed in the back
i always see that knife in a hand
i don’t live life for the (?)
cause it always come with a silent attack
why they want to push me back
the horse is pale
me and his bread like cain and abel
they want to send me to h-ll
and it ain’t my fault if got off the rails
i gotta play this game in stealth
i wanna see them question self
i never tried them feld
i’m out the box like (?)
i know that weirdo is watching
i gotta clean them men like toxins
they wanna know bout that rider hopkin
he did the dirty, noone stopped him
yeah i’m the problem
(?) don’t have no conscience
built on the lies, camera bronson
they wanna see me run out of options
and still i don’t run out of options
must be jarring i just don’t listen
i’m caught in w3
i’m caught in a haze of broken system
they’re wondering how i’m standing
all in them shots in and none of them missed em
they want me to be around
and when i’m at war gotta keep my distance
cah, there’s no more days of summer
and i don’t care for a name that rings
i look at them boys like dumb and dumber
and i don’t care they erased my sins
everyday my heart get number
everyday i’m swerving gins
i’m in a studio germing doughnuts
still got love for my next of kin
no such thing as perfect
but i know this risk is worth it
they wanna sneak and (?)
chanting my name like mokes ain’t heard it
why ain’t moko learning, f-ck that
why ain’t the pagans burning
i wanna put them boy in a furnace
look in their eyes see they ain’t honest
they wanna see me stop
f-ck that i wanna see this guac
cash rules everthing around me
how are they doubting the c.r.e.a.m
of prop word them men even on
i don’t know where you see me from
but the speech is long
i don’t wanna talk less pizza around
i don’t wanna know about street you’ve done
it’s kinda irrelevant
gyal wanna f-ck me, i told i’m celibate
she spent too much time on the internet
sounding like a carbon copy, i just ain’t feeling that
(?)
me and the boy ain’t the same, no synonims
one, two, three, four
bellingham counting (?)
cinnamon
i’m way too gifted
you can’t impair my vision
i still see the (?) shifting
still got a life i’m risking
still gotta get these chips in
still haven’t heard noi songs i’m rinsing
still wanna win those (?)
still got attentative listening
they always selling their dream on (?)
but there’s no more days of summer
no more spuds and bros
no more tryna delay this come up
no more selling me pans with holes
yeah there’s no more days of summer
no more stunt on mokes
there’s no more playing it dumb and dumber
wanna get money, then let me know

- moko uk

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