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letra de sepia - moses the marauder

[verse 1: moses the marauder]
tinted photos with the sepia
smoke it to the morning ’cause the weed keep me sleepier
why times’ only good when they over
why my mind on what could’ve been, or should’ve been i’m sober
it was good in october, but this sh-t just ain’t the same no more
really wish it could’ve stayed 04
we used to talk for hours now there’s no sh-t to say no more
and i used to fear the end, i ain’t afraid no more
’cause i got friends in high places and they know more
tilt my head to the sky, you always said i could fly
get high, couple tеars shed from my eyes
thеy say no one’s really dead but i bet that’s a lie
and what the f-ck i got now? just a old photo album
when it comes to family functions it feel weird to go without ’em
and grow old without ’em
so i’m left with this
got my 40 half empty i’m a pessimist (uh yeah)

[chorus: jordan blair]
looks like my glass is almost empty
almost forgot all of those memories
wish i could cure all of my pain
a drink and a smoke to keep me sane (yay)
looks like my glass is almost empty
almost forgot all of those memories
wish i could cure all of my pain
a drink and a smoke to keep me sane (yay yeah)
[verse 2: moses the marauder]
kinda’ down but i’m keepin’ it lowkey
the kid that you knew grew some feet and a goatee (and blow trees)
ain’t the person that you left behind
livin’ for the moment ’cause the only thing that’s left is time
the rest is mine
all my fingers hurt and i burnt out of jays
went from playin’ in the dirt, to throwing dirt on they grave
as the years go by, the tears gon’ dry
the lives that we lived right here won’t die
i miss the last mister kraft and the last batch of mac n’ cheese
tell me times have changed, rip to mac and st–z
don’t tell me life’s a game, mines’ harder than it has to be
dazed for eight days [?] maccabee
d-ck that’s the least stuck up in the rat race
and every time i start to when i seem to come in last place
feel the warmth in my chest but it ain’t love
different kid now but i’m still on the same drugs

[outro: moses the marauder]
same drugs
same drugs
feel the warmth in my chest but it ain’t love
different kid now but i’m still on the same drugs

- moses the marauder

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