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letra de undone - obii say

[verse 1]
my father came over, tapped me and woke me up
gave him his birthday card, we argued and he left
i called my boss today to see what time i work
i never showed up cause it ain’t worth the stress
she says she love me, i just think she love the s-x
either that or she just wanna get over her ex
now my favorite song saying “f-ck the world”
i laid off the sess, i need a cigarette
cigarette ci-ci-cigarette ci-ci-cigarette
i ain’t tryna k!ll myself
i need a cigarette ci-ci-cigarette ci-ci-cigarette
no, i don’t give a f-ck about my health
the devil on my shoulder saying “you brought this on yourself”
and with no cure, you surely will bring you to your knees
so what the f-ck you need n-gga, what you need?
hopefully sh-t don’t come along, f-ck my money up
bad b-tches with them tummy tucks
how much you wanna bet that i go grab her b-tt
i spent all this on a date, and i ain’t even f-ck (f-ck)
question your motives, halt your motors
and i admit that i’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing
dressing in chimpanzee clothing, loathing
x-x i’m rolling, z-z i’m sleeping
g-o-o-d evening

[hook: approximately 16 measures with melodic ha/ah’s]

[verse 2]
why won’t they just let me be great?
ah, these motherf-ckers rather watch and hate
ah, while i’m up here in this podium
n-gga watch your sodium
they swear they ’bout it, well so is me, and so is them
so i move towards them, b-tch i’m going to war with them
you can end up on the floor with them, if you don’t move
(truce) hold your horses, carriage for the marriage
but who caring for them parents, when the children grow
what the f-ck am i talking ’bout? same sh-t i walk about
last time i walked the talk, i had to f-cking go without
uh, no collateral
they ask me where the ladder at to climb up to the roof
and i tell them the truth, and tell them that i kick from under
and they wonder why i’m swimming in this thunder
not getting burned, motherf-ckers can’t wonder or even fathom
how i’m with them feathers, bad b-tch named heather
i’m rambling they gambling and scrambling to catch up
no mustard, i must start soon
and my typhoon will sweep them all up right up under the rug
i know i tend to bug with every verse that i spit
and every time i hit a verse then it’s r.i.p’d
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[hook: approximately 16 measures with melodic ha/ah’s]

- obii say

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