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letra de coffee shop - oliver walker

[chorus 1]
i’m waiting for my coffee in the morning
see them, waiting for miles, hundreds of workers they yawning but i’m not
one of them, so i don’t feel sympathetic, it’s more empathy than sympathy, we gone play the symphony but

[verse]
they make the keys and the strings and the wheels for our cars that get lowered cause of deals that sh-t’s not going far
they do 9-5 jobs just for they families not happiness cause what job makes them really happy
maybe chasing they dreams but they need that money and reality starts bearing down
it’s crazy what that used to mean to mе
but now it don’t mean nothing
cause i’m not apart of it, see i’m
17, with big dreams
i’m a kid who nеver sees the real and the fake
like what’s real and what’s cake?
and what is good enough
cause i have got it all but that ain’t good enough
i’m selfish, and narcissistic
i started off this song talking bout workers and now i’m on my own sh-t
pathetic

i act all innocent and keen
to learn about all of the problems in our world but i don’t get that sh-t
i’m lazy, and not interesting
but i act like kanye west when really i’m nothing when i’m compared to him
this is self pity, i am a joke
but a joke is really funny, well i guess i’m just a note in a bad song
that stays for so long
all i got was a hug
but it’s what i deserve
yes, i’ve changed but i still know people that i have hurt
i still know people that i’ve hurt
yeah
and i watch the sun set over the hill with my friends
couple of ‘em over there taking pills
but i don’t do that stuff
cause i listened to my mom when she told don’t do drugs, whoops, i lied, i’m not tough enough
in fact, i’m weak
i’m a p-ssy, can’t you see
i am scared of everybody that i meet
well, at first, but then i relax
and i sit back
then i sit back

there are no revelations, i use my rap songs to have the conversations that i want to have
cause i hate talking face to face, that’s why i’d rather call a hotline then go downstairs and talk about my problems with my parents, it’s too late
d-mn it’s too late

[chorus 2]
he’s waiting for his coffee in the morning see myself in the reflection as i hold the cup i’m pouring all the coffee in
i see him zoning out to sp-ce, i play this song back through my head as i step in their place
is it too late?
i think it’s too late

- oliver walker

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