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letra de ungrateful - primere

[verse 1: primere]
if i had one wish, it’d be to have many more
for those who don’t live the life i live, and kids who are poor
‘cause they need it more than i do, i stay eating right
there ain’t a day that p-ss that i don’t thank god for my life
i’m still blessed, and i’m still chilling
thinking to myself: i don’t deserve the life i’m living
‘cause i’m ungrateful sometimes i don’t appreciate
or fail to realize the life i’m living is great
can’t debate that, i got what i need
while this mother is crying, she’s staying on her knees
praying for a better life, her little boy’s on the streets
not because he wants to but it’s just what he needs
to survive, this is what keeps him alive
but at the same time he’s in danger, tears to the eyes
of his mother, they’re running down her cheek
‘cause her little boy’s out every day of the week
got d-mn, i swear this isn’t funny
she’s hurt but this is for her because she needs the money
and my mom’s calling after work saying she’s coming
home real soon with some food to fill up my tummy
and i’m crying? man, i’m really crying?
while there’s another boy my age in this world who’s trying
to live a better life, he’s just tryna survive in
a mad city, and a mad world that’s filled up with violence
ungrateful

[bridge: primere]
dear lord (i’m so ungrateful)
thank you for everything you give me
sometimes i’m not thankful
but i appreciate it all

[verse 2: gio.b]
what’s your intentions? tell me. are you doing good? (are you?)
this kid i know is now posted in the hood
doing bad things. aye, he dropped out of school
so he could join the gang, but i mean that’s cool
you do you, bro. i just don’t think it’s right
you could die at any moment, and homie you might
‘cause i know you’re out of the city sometimes at night
what if you get pressed? dawg, you could be blasted on sight. (blasted on sight)
aye, rest in peace to your soul
‘cause i know you don’t care. you just be smoking a bowl
in your world, dawg. i know you’re ready to die
with your shorts to your ankles, and your socks to your thighs
with your hands in the air twisting fingers
caught up by the wrong crowd catching misdemeanors
you’re still a kid, but you’re a felon homie
and i’m just honest when i tell them, homie
i’m ungrateful

[bridge: primere]
although sometimes i don’t see everything you do for me
god (i’m so ungrateful)
i know you do a lot
i know i’m living great
thank you

[outro: primere]
uh, yeah
vibe with me now
yeah, vibe with me
let’s stop this together
do you feel it? (3x)
b.truthful

- primere

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