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letra de you gotta (prod. by stone rogers, and cy miner) - ramelo & xanderlong

intro:
ouch. cool em down, ouch x3
ouch ouch ouch, cool em down
you gotta

chorus:
you gotta (yeah), you gotta
(hang in there)
you gotta x2
(support the ones that care)
sh-t be hard bro but keep ya head high
you gotta (you gotta) get ya mind out the sky

xanderlong verse 1:
infectiously wise, i pray every time
get blown on the rocks
run to the smoke
resort to jokes
get punched by a bloke, who thinks that he knows
that i won’t explode, and splatter on his train of thought
(ouch)
and all that grainy ice he bought
and every single negative mindset that walked in the spot
you must be seekin y’all weeds to get pulled out
so only the most beautiful flowers hang around
and hash out that lifestyle
like talkin to doc
like gimme the pot
the blurt holy hallelujahs to clear your sp-ce of all of that foolishness
word to my hooligans who loosely fool a bit
….
word to all my hooligans who loosely fool a bit
like a loose tooth just waitin to get pulled a bit
ouch
cool ‘em down

chorus:
you gotta gotta

ramelo verse:
sometimes i just gotta stop thinking
what i mean, i gotta stop overthinking
been trynna do me and get off the grid
runnin away, that’s something i been forbid
i try to be happy in this moment
saying i’m changing but, back in this moment
i feel guilty for lashing cuz i’m doing a crime
(b-tch)
when it’s the same sh-t every d-mn time
(get away)
i’m hurtin the people who care about me
(who is y’all?)
sometimes i’m feel like that, they don’t deserve me
(get the f-ck on)
just look at last year when i lost des
we lost touch now i’m paying for it while she rest
(i didn’t no mo’)
(you got it)
every day is just a different d-mn battle
(you got it)
sh-t be rough like riding a horse with the saddle
(what’s the word dawg?)
i blame myself for dealing with these b-tches
(these hoes on me, like a bird, dawg)
gotta stay active and fix these d-mn glitches

chorus

xanderlong verse 2:
you need on shot of 64 cc’s, of teaching of the i ching
you’ll see that this life is truly what you make it
and there’s no room to be mistaken and run around half-naked and forsaken’ yourself
cuz them people gon judge you and say gon go on to h-ll
when in reality they chafing that quill upon themselves
see, h-ll is just like heaven, it’s all just an endpoint
what battles happen in between is how you get appointed
a conclusion of your life
was is spirit-based or human?
and at the end god isn’t there in the clouds, to judge you at the golden gates, all in the clouds letting ya spirit get humid
he was with you along
if you listened you knew it
if you didn’t you blew it
life is all over, you’re alone now
and what you hope for after, life is your opinion
but, we all have the same knowledge so stab into it
it’s only hard if you think there’s more to it
(exactly)
(you gotta, man)

chorus:

you got a whole spirit inside you, you could prolly move it
if you tapped inside of you, you could prolly do it

gotta gotta gotta

- ramelo xanderlong

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