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letra de window seat - nick grant

[intro]

[verse 1: nick grant]
you never win without failure, that’s such a g*nius motto
i’m from the bottom, i know the hustle and schemes that follow
i need it now, n-ggas don’t believe in tomorrow
like a dead beat father’s broken promise leaving you hollow
no sorrow
celebrate, puff cigars, thin as bulimic models
i’m the new goat sheep skin coats, no weed smoke
me ceo, penthouse suites with key codes
life is freaking me out, tell her proceed to deep throat
we forever legends, it’s going to take blessings to stop us
i’m f-cking above you n-ggas, like making love on top bunk
put a sh-ll in your noodle, cause all you n-ggas impostors
n0body reporting live, but will follow you with the chopper
‘blaca blaca’i feel like 2pac in gridlock’d, no options
everybody’s a baller, b-tch your name ain’t on the roster
if i take this peace sign, and i aim it at the coppers
would they take me as a threat, or just lay me out unconscious?
can’t explain this to my mamma
no relation to [-ssata]
but these women strong and black, they been this way since [amana]
i ain’t gangster, i ain’t conscious
i’m just real, i’m just honest
we the people, so divided
close you eagle, be open minded for love
if you itching baby, i can be your drug
or your prince, minus the crying doves
just let me know whats up
but if one things for sure, ain’t no l-st without us
how you feel when

[hook]
the whole wide world, we live in
everyone knows you can’t pretend
like you don’t see, all this light in me
so go and put me in the seat, by the window
take me to a place where i can roam
where i can be, i want to be free

[verse 2: nick grant]
single parent home, she so all alone
no father figure, cause papa was a rolling stone
don’t bother sending money, or even pick up a phone
mother still at work, technically shes on her own (ugh)
on and on work the fingers to the bone
fitting pieces to the puzzle, trying to reach a milestone
my how you’ve grown, as a hustler looks on
all he’s thinking is s-x l-st
things that don’t perfect us
mother died, suicide, tired of all that stress stuff
every guy rejects her, other things depress her
so our responsibility is left up
to baby girl, never let them take your world, hold up
she getting older now, got her diploma to
said she followed her dreams, now she on a tube
but she would give it all away to see her mothers face
she had a baby girl, she takes her mothers place

[outro]

- nick grant

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