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letra de good for nothing - remy the prophet

[chorus]
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for

[verse 1]
nothing- i ain’t even left the house in weeks
but it’s funny how them weeks turn to months and then to seasons
money like my weed, burnin’ holes in my jeans
and they never really fit me like the hoes that i sleep with
homewrecker, should’ve known better
now i can’t go back to -bleep- ever
not hopeless, just more of a broken romantic
let go of my hand, sh-t, i’ll grow where i’m planted
but don’t end up sowin’ the way that i planned it
my orchard is empty, the oranges arе rottin’
of course this is remi, adorable prophеt
adorn me with profits, i need to get paid off the music
stay off the green ‘cause when on i can’t choose it
and that goes for both what i puff and i earn
be the family joke til i’m dust in an urn
remi, what did you learn
[chorus]
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for
good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for nothing, i’m good for

[verse 2]
hold tight to your principles, brother
i know sometimes it gets difficult, brother
we like to wish and then wonder
when it’ll come true but that’s slippery, brother
focus on all that we get to be, brother
we always complain life’s just downsides
but if we both go ‘fore our time is up
i’ll sit with you in the flames by the couchside
and you know that i’m good for that
everybody else fizzled ‘cause they couldn’t rap
it’s all good though, we ain’t ever lookin’ back
lotta friends dipped or they ditched
straight switched into b-tches
i could never give a single f-ck about ‘em
we gon’ get it, we gon’ get up out the mud without ‘em
know i’m witchu til the end and we in flood and drownin’
til our heads are under, sing the hook a hunnid thousand

- remy the prophet

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