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letra de bmw - officialjmg

[verse 1]
ok let me backtrack
5th grade, has a friend, who was really bad at it
she wanna hold the mac to her temple and hit the sack
for eternity, eternally, i never felt like that
til i moved away, 6th grade, didn’t know anybody (perfect!)
maintaining mental state, losing friends, thinking many bodies
around me don’t even know that i exist
i mean i’m depressed, but sh-t, i ain’t gonna slit my wrists
you don’t know what it’s like, holding it in like “i’m on one”
when your family’s lives’ falling apart and you gotta be the strong one
i’m not blaming them i’m just blaming myself
i’m ashamed of myself, but i maintain my health
i arm and aim my guns, i was depressed, now i’m not, i’m great!
“yeah it was fun”, but now i gotta go back to my mental state
of bliss, sinked ships can’t sink sh-t compared to god
tinted whips and sh-t, cuz music’s all that i got
and family and friends, i’m not afraid of the end
i’m living my life til’ i hear (-gunshot) and i’m dead

[bridge]
i’m on one
i’m ok with being the strong one

[transition]

[verse 2]
(let’s get it)
3 years later i’m on my gambino bullsh-t
see how the money falls, when a george get’s hood rich
right down in my lap, i put my name on the map
f-ck everything, i’m gonna act how i act
f-ck them hoes, imma get me a good b-tch
if you catch this blower then, imma leave you with a twitch
yeah you feel that itch, you a b-tch -ss snitch
you gon’ catch this clip, right to ya motherf-ckin shins
i’m gon be the best me til i’m dead
i’m gon be my best me til i’m dead
i don’t need no help, i don’t need no friends
to help me through my own sh-t (yeah)

[verse 3]
i’m gon be the best me til i’m dead
i’m gon be the best me til i’m dead
you, can’t stop the way i feel

3 years later i’m on my gambino bullsh-t
see how the money falls when a george get’s hood rich
3 years later i’m on my gambino bullsh-t
see how the money falls when a george get’s hood rich

ok let me back track
i could give a f-ck, bout a f-cking snap back
how do you not know i love you
like that

i know it’s hard, you just gotta let the bad times go
we don’t give a f-ck anymore (anymore)

sorry bout that i’m rambling
quarterback i’m scrambling
if you f-ck with me, then your life is
what you gon be gambling
i see all you muhf-ckers watch and plotting man
wanting me just to be dead
don’t get upset bout a b-tch you got head from
i’m dead bruh, just out here like “f-ck what you said”

[outro]

- officialjmg

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