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letra de dog food - otuka

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[part i: scars]

[verse]
scars so deep in my skin
where do i even begin to repair and rebuild?
make the climb up my hill (climb up my hill)
there’s a war going on inside of me (‘side of me)
split myself into two
do you even love every side of me? (love every side of me)
just look what you made me do

[part ii: honest]

[chorus]
you know you ain’t ’bout it, you ain’t got it
you ain’t ’bout it, you ain’t got it
come in on it, came in on it
came in on it, came in on it
shut up liar, know i’m on it
know i’m on it, know i’m on it
will you leave me when i’m honest?
when i’m honest, when i’m honest
when i—

[post-chorus]
will you leave me when i’m honest?
when i’m honest, when i’m honest
when i’m honest, when i’m honest
when i’m honest, when i’m honest
[part iii: bite the curb]

[intro]
(‘k-k-kay, astor)
(i’m just procrastinating)
i can’t believe you got the nerve, baby
you overestimate your worth, lately
it takes time to make it work, baby
go ahead and bite the curb, maybe

[chorus]
go bite the curb, maybe
go bite the curb, maybe
i can’t believe you got the nerve baby
you overestimate your worth, lately
it takes time to make it work, baby
get you earn, deserve, or go bite the curb, maybe

[part iv: could never be me]

[chorus]
i feel a lot of bread when i put my eyes in
how you feelin’ ’bout a bag when you not even trying?
why you sad when you not even fightin’?
you could never be me, boy, make it excitin’
i feel a lot of bread when i put my eyes in
how you feelin’ ’bout a bag when you not even trying?
why you sad when you not even fightin’?
you could never be me, boy, make it excitin’
[part v: psyche]

[intro]
there’s a lot going on inside me
word bombs and warfare in my psyche
tryna call and take care of my own genes
i’m calm with new fare in my new jeans, um
yeah

(i’m just procrastinating)

[verse]
we were never cut from the same cloth
and i’m still here, we was in the same box
while you stuck up in the same lane
i’m finding new routes, so

[part vi: father]

[verse]
i’m nothing like my father
but we’re still one and the same
got the same parasite, said no one in my brain
let the worms eat me alive
gut me straight into my grave
workin’ on myself but feel theres nothin’ left to say
but we’ll never know

- otuka

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