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letra de stunted - polyana (usa)

[verse 1]
i f-cked up since the last time that you saw me
i just took something else, think i’ve gone hardcore
shifting through stages of grief on the set now
mentally postal, but physically weighed down
that chapters closed, this a new book
this the new me, i got my haters shook
now i run sh-t, they call me suge
i’m getting back everything that they took
i’m thinking back to my subaru
made a song bout it with a friend or two
put it on spotify and then remove it
i’ll do better this time, i’m gon’ prove it
i have a vision and that sh-t won’t diе tonight
call up my friends, we’ll get high tonight
bass loud, too hard, bright lights
leds drown my suicidе

[chorus]
keep my thoughts zipped, locked tied inside the bodybag
keep my thoughts zipped, locked tied inside the bodybag
keep my thoughts zipped, locked tied inside the bodybag
keep my thoughts zipped, locked tied inside the bodybag

[verse 2]
i’ll sin tonight, yeah don’t hit my phone
ganja smoke put me into the zone
making me forget that i am alone
is you my friend or are you my foe?
pour up champagne for the homies who drown in pain
don’t care if i’m late, i’m tryna be new again
im stuck between helping myself or joining them
i fought some battles where i had nothing to gain
i copped my mom a purse, i still feel like a taint
my daddy raised a saint, but all i do is paint
emotions, oceans, these motions gon’ feel a way
if your ass never meant a thing you said
your ass is dead to me, you made your bed
you cannot get to me, i see thru red
f-ck all that bullsh-t, and the lies you fed
f-ck what you gotta say, for you i’m deaf
used to be my boo, now you’re left on read
never hurt by what i pushed in my head
now you’re the force that pushed me through the bed
rewinding thoughts leading me to my death
[verse 3]
teflon with me, sh-t get sticky
grey area, sh-t feels iffy
nervous every time i’m out lately
maybe it’s because mind’s too hazy
can’t you see that i’m making a masterpiece?
perfectionist little tranny got recipes
for a disaster, i wonder if i’ll have peace
inside my mind, will i find or be socrates?
what if the things i do amount to nada?
i know the industry is full of liars
i could be like you and rap about prada
that i don’t have but i’ll say sh-t with power

[outro]
i need you all to say i feel good!

- polyana usa

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