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letra de the story of primrose - primrose ripper

[verse]
yeah, what’s your definition of success? (ayy)
i don’t trust the thoughts that come inside my head (woo)
i don’t trust this thing that beats inside my chest
who i am and who i wanna be cannot connect; why?
don’t think i deserve it? you get no respect (woo)
i just made a couple mil’, still not impressed
“let you down” goes triple platinum, yeah, okay, okay, i guess (ayy)
smile for a moment then these questions startin’ to fill my head, not again!
i push away the people that i love the most; why? (woo)
i don’t want no one to know i’m vulnerable; why? (woo)
that makes me feel weak and so uncomfortable; why? (ayy)
stop askin’ me questions, i just wanna feel alive
until i die—this isn’t my flow (woo)
just let me rhyme; i’m in disguise
i’m a busy person, got no time for lies; one of a kind
they don’t see it; i pull out they eyes; i’m on the rise!
i’ve been doin’ this for most my life with no advice (woo)
take my chances, i just roll the dice, do what i like
as a kid, i was afraid of heights, put that aside
now i’m here and they look so surprised, well so am i, woo
they don’t invite me to the parties, but i still arrive
kick down the door and then i go inside
give off that “i do not belong here” vibe
then take the keys right off the counter, let’s go for a ride
why do y’all look mortified? (ayy)
i keep to myself, they think i’m sorta shy, organized
“let you down’s” the only song you’ve heard of? well then you’re behind (woo)
story time; wish that i could think like big sean does, but i just can’t decide (aah!)
if i should stick my knife inside of pennywise
i, i don’t care what anybody else thinks—lies (haha)
i do not need n-body to help me—lies
i kinda feel guilty ’cause i’m wealthy; why?
i don’t understand, it’s got me questionin’ like
“why? just tell me why”—not back to this flow
inside i feel divided
back when i ain’t had a dime, but had the drive
back before i ever signed, i questioned life, like, “who am i, man?” woo
nothin’ to me’s ever good enough
i could be workin’ for 24 hours a day and think i never did enough
my life is a movie, but there ain’t no tellin’ what you’re gonna see in my cinema (no)
i wanna be great, but i get in the way of myself and i think about everything that i could never be
why do i do it though? ayy, yeah
why you always lookin’ aggravated?
not a choice, you know i had to make it
when they talk about the greatest, they gon’ probably never put us in the conversation
like somethin’, then i gotta take it
write somethin’, then i might erase it
i love it, then i really hate it
what’s the problem,? i don’t know!
i know i like to preach to always be yourself (yeah)
but my emotions make me feel like i am someone else
me and pride had made a pact that we don’t need no help
which feels like i’m at war inside myself, but i forgot the sh-lls
i hold my issues up for all to see, like show and tell
a lot of people know me, but not a lot know me well
hold my issues up for all to see, like show and tell
a lot of people know me, but they don’t know me well

[outro]
too many faces, too many faces, too many faces

- primrose ripper

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