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letra de red roses - nightcrawlers inc.

[intro: victoria legrand]
in the middle of the party
found a hole to be sorry
through the glass
drank a memory of her face

[verse 1: ayk]
eyes wide shut, got a stroke from making music
lotta folks tried to tell me that this sh-t is therapeutic
they expect to hear the kiddo say he’s reading david lewis
while he spent his whole d-mn summer shinin, stanley kubrick
i’m, a go getter, born leader, trend setter
24/7, chase the bag and the cheddar
i’m the shredder to these slow-ass folks on the road
what’s a stop sign? foot on the gas no matter the weather
boy, you ain’t worth it, i’m not wasting no more bullets
who said you could make it into top ten? you’s a tourist
graffities and wars where we live turned me into george lucas
living life to the fullest, corner boys with no tutors, huh
kita loco, i’m no better, f-ck a rodo’
we don’t need no gucci for your hoe’s attention, full pro bono
got the whole game in a chokehold, with no logo and no promo
y’all some hobos on the net, when you see me, take a photo
i’ve been, up for, one year or two, at least
trynna do the most, last time i prayed i was a kid
i feel the faith died in me, got replaced by cruelty
times running like my whip, yet i’m always losing sleep
still, i stood on my own two when i got into deep water
dishonest lads cried wolf to get me bothered
but i’m a man with nothing other than my words and b-lls
keep on praying, cause you’re never gonna see me fall, b-tch
[chorus: victoria legrand]
all that wasn’t right
i need to leave it
totems in the night
i want to forget
all that wasn’t right
i need to leave it

[verse 2: kitamerin]
south boy riding in the low tint, with a grin
pick a side, make a move, they know all i do is win
from the sewer to the crest, i got the stars up in my grip
and if i ever got to zero, i’mma do it all again
it ain’t no lottery
f-ck the luck, i made it to my throne, got plenty eyes on me for counting on, b-tch i talk a lotta me
sh-t a piece of art, for the players not your gallery
i put no gucci to my worth and sh-t and still i’m prada me
made loops, caught the ears, yet to be forgotten
all these lame tunes sounding like you b-tches outta battery
stay truth to my mane, this i what i gotta be
i aim, shoot through the moon, b-tch i got no boundaries
slay goons till i break news, god level but i’m ain’t zues
all i see is copy like you shang tsung
dashing on the lane, doing something that you can’t do
stunning how i came up and they cannot overrate
you a lame, too up for the game that you play (what?)
at the top i’m counting g’s but i’m not andrew tate
sending shooters left and right to send you p-ssies to the grave
practice what i preach and all i’m f-cking bout is what you hate
i’mma bounce, back up on the way, let ’em see what that’s about
city turnt up cause the ragers in the house
aykita back in business, sicko season, i announce
back in the back of the quik, with the boys, trick shawty, and my name ain’t jackie brown
seeing clowns all around, set ’em up, gun em down
ragers on the set, boutta get them b-tches outta town, boy
[chorus: victoria legrand]
all that wasn’t right
i need to leave it
totems in the night
i want to forget
all that wasn’t right
i need to leave it

[outro: kitamerin]
all that wasn’t right
i need to leave it
totems in the night
i want to forget
all that wasn’t right
i need to leave it

- nightcrawlers inc

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