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letra de lucky lou part 2 - novatore

[intro]
c-lance!

[verse 1]
i moved to florida at the age of three
i knew my father was a gangster, that’s the way that he was made to be
i was a nice kid, my father faced a life bid
for murder but the verdict was the type they give to white kids
so i was shielded from the field that he had chose
but you can’t conceal it fully like a pavement to a growin’ rose
and so it goes at the age of five years old
i had my first fight, remember crying while i choked his throat
but no, i won’t devote the first verse to violence
’cause honestly until my teens i really wasn’t wildin’
imagination was the basis of my younger years
without abundance but i never felt no hunger tears
a little pervert, i was sensitive and nervous
i was an extrovert, cannot divert the person from the surface
a sugar addict too, assumed to be a radical
erratic in behavior, temper burnin’ like a f-ckin’ furnace

[chorus]
this is the life and times of lucky lou
i got a dark streak inside me but the light is always shinin’ through
i feel i found what i’m designed to do
that’s murder anything i do until i’m through and then i’ll find anew
this is the life and times of lucky lou
i got a dark streak inside me but the light is always shinin’ through
i feel i found what i’m designed to do
that’s murder anything i do until i’m through and then i’ll find anew
[verse 2]
my mother tried to guide me, put me in the right school
when on the bus i took a sh-t, they kicked me out of high school
a wild one, i loved to fight and would defy rules
a fool, i was the class clown, was bound to go to night school
a skinny kid, ridiculous, but didn’t give a sh-t
i skated, hated everything, and flip tricks, was sick with it
i came to grips with it, the fact that i was different
i fell in love with music, never knowin’ i would stick with it
playin’ in bands and landin’ shows and openin’ for those
i bumped at home and those the moments that i love the most
packed in the van, coast to coast, randoms gettin’ close
addicted to this life and not the type of sh-t you overdose
i was the prankin’ type to say the least, okay, i guess i was a piece
at least i’d have your back up in the streets
a loyal d-ckhead, was often feelin’ misread
was never shady but maybe i could be misled
got overzealous, started servin’ bows to fellas
who was talkin’ sh-t because the way i adressed them, maybe they was jealous
’cause ladies lovin’ lucky lou and though i loved them too
never distract me from the path that i was destined to

- novatore

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