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letra de sp2i - noizick

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verse 1:
heartbroken
but i don’t get paid
brush that dirt right off my shoulders
i can pick no calls, sorry, i’m afraid

i pray i’m dead
so i can jump straight back to my bed
i don’t think too much when i’m conversating
but let it be known, i said what i said

aye, truth or dare? let’s play this one
good question, answer this one
is this true, that you cut through the trucks
on a november drive, don’t shut the f-ck up

okay, hold on, answer this for me
was it all worth it? damaging your knee?
what was going through your cranium?
you should’ve spoken, created a mania

woah, woah, woah i got more
friendly reminder, i’m not your bro
they gon’ dance, like four-on-the-floor
but that’s not me, i’m built different, so
tell how bad did it hurt you?
did you forget you havе a d-mn curfew
you forgot your mother has an only son
who will she look up to?

now who’s a sеlfish b-tch?
missing out your friends’ achievements each?
i hope you don’t turn out a deadbeat
don’t make her break down during her speech

we both know you ain’t gangsta
you cannot ghost me, you ain’t casper
as per my information tells me
we both know what you’re after

verse 2:
heartbroken
but let me talk my sh-t
i’m aware that you know what i want
but don’t provoke me, i’ll pop my sh-t

still remember that evening ride
around the college area, to the right
spotted a red sp2i
parked to my left, with tints on 5
‘twas a brand new suv
2 policemen came down to see
dem man didn’t waste time to flee
seen them behind me, fl!cking up high beams

i still sit wondering to this day
if i didn’t hear the h-rn they played
if i didn’t act and cleared my way
i’d prolly be happy when things turn gray, cause

day-by-day, this pain increase
my sanity lost, memories i freeze
i’m dragged through the mud, left with debris
i zone the f-ck out in 1,2,3

ho please, i’m cheesed
hid my piece, protect my peace
left my town, i need some breeze
left my city, i need to breathe

my loved ones need to chill
i know there’s a void to be filled
touch my ladies and you’d get k!lled
no barbecue, but you’d get grilled

whack-a-mole, i don’t play silly
you can’t see me, i’m wearing a ghillie
don’t care, if you friends with the k!llys
i’ll rip apart your achille’s, b-tch

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