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letra de 500 to exhale - qualls

i been learning how to exhale
just being honest and if that fails
closets feeling like my next tale
heavy like the weight up on my head still
paying for mistakes and n-gga that’s real
learning how to

every charm is in the third chance
that’s what i’m banking on it can’t be long cause karma ain’t my first dance
i been juggling with hurt hands
giving n-ggas smiles faker than the fines i been rehearsing
nah n-gga i ain’t hurting
knowing d-mn the coping sh-t ain’t working
granny said i need a little churchin’
didn’t think it was urgent til grieving and devil lurking
i been doing this healing sh-t in reverse
mixing the indecision with p-ssy to quench the thirst
ignoring tick, cause i’m blinded by rapper perks and i’m still considered local, debating on which is worse
call it growth but at least we’ve covered the dirt, huh
better days but they only coming in spurts, huh
what a flirt, yet another demon to nurse think the leaning’s what i prefer to feel number, whatever works
i been learning how to exhale
just being honest and if that fails
closets feeling like my next tale
heavy like the weight up on my head still
paying for mistakes and n-gga that’s real
how to exhale
just being honest and if that fails
closets feeling like my next tale
heavy like the weight up on my head still
paying for mistakes and n-gga that’s real

i was in ville when granny died
thought a day was a given, i still feel guilty inside
i still struggle with pride
still grasp at the moments when i had liz on the side
replacing ain’t easy to my surprise
be mia when you need me now look at who can’t decide
is it eye for an eye
waiting on my upbringing and actions to coincide
when do the work materialize
ain’t trying to be up and coming need something by 25
more than the carry on that i hide
gotta pull it together for rhonda family and tribe
ain’t been this open, been drinking, smoking, eloping to days
away from such a f-cking unforgivable pace
away from the misjudgments and this bed that i made
don’t i, don’t
don’t i want to be great
won’t everything be easy if i accepted my fate
close to self destructing feeling nothing at rate
always, waiting til it’s too late

- qualls

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