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letra de seventeen - numbers, ty writer, and ben king

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[hook]

said f-ck it just drink you get to high it’s like

f-ck it just think you look so fine but yo

att-tude stink i think it’s time to

let go, let go

(let go)

said f-ck it just drink you get to high it’s like

f-ck it just think you look so fine but yo

att-tude stink i think it’s time to

let go, let go

(let go)

[verse 1]

i don’t even drink in my own house

f-cking up the sink, bout to cop a mink cause it’s cold out

think we need to link, my heart f-cking sink when the hoes out

keep my control, i need you baby like

i need you close, been dying lately

we should make a toast, most n-ggas hate me, not new

ben blowing blunts in the both

used to f-ck in the music room, bullet to the head if lose

say i’m looking for truth, but really looking for you

you fresh like a mento

shout out to juan and all of my kinfolk

she blow like bombs i eat it like meatloaf

you went to esol, running like smino

love when the leaves fall, love on the east coast

loves when the leaves fall, running like smino yeah

[hook 2]

said f-ck it just drink you get to high it’s like

f-ck it just think you look so fine but yo

att-tude stink i think it’s time to

let go, let go

(let go)

said f-ck it just drink you get to high it’s like

f-ck it just think you look so fine but yo

att-tude stink i think it’s time to

let go, let go

(let go)

[bridge]

(f-ck it like oh yeah, f-ck it like no way)

(don’t go, don’t go don’t go, yeah)

(f-ck it like ah man, f-ck it like okay)

(don’t go, don’t go don’t go, yeah)

(yeah f-ck it like okay, f-ck it like)

(don’t go, don’t go don’t go, yeah)

(f-ck it like oh yeah, f-ck it like no way)

(don’t go, don’t go don’t go, yeah)

(f-ck it like ah man, f-ck it like okay)

i don’t know how i feel about that

(don’t go, don’t go don’t go, yeah x4)

[hook 2]

f-ck it just drink, i get to high it’s like

f-ck it just think, i swear i’m fine but my

att-tude stink, you say it’s time to

let go, let go

(let go)

f-ck it just drink, i get to high it’s like

f-ck it just think, i swear i’m fine but my

att-tude stink, you say it’s time to

let go, let go

(let go)

[verse 2]

i ride with issues, f-cking miss you, let me tell the truth

dad ride with pistols, cause it’s simple, he ain’t bullet proof

i’m going mental, instrumental make em p-ss the torch

face filled with pimples, dirty crystal make me insecure

i say i love you but more f-ck you then i did before

loves just a bundle that could crumble hanging from a cord

suicidal f-ck a t-tle, you could spend your whole life in denial gripping on a bible

like god, let me go to heaven

top down, ridin’ wit the reverend, that sounds like you don’t love me

i’m ugly, f-cking stupid, that’s what they tell me they ruthless

then bang, blow with the music then dang

i guess we fake now, cause we never hang out

f-ck it i love you though, f-ck it i got to comfortable, that’s my fault

won’t be friends with no b-tch again, p-ss these hoes to my n-gga ben

i spend too much money, all my friends just some dummies

i act so ugly, they all druggies i pray to god that you love me

like yeah, like yeah

- numbers ty writer and ben king

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