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letra de dodge durango - rick is ugly

[part i: this ain’t l.a.]

[verse 1]
that’s mahogany red
they want all of me dead
what’s my name, n0body knows it
i never been asked how goes it
and nothing i own is frozen
this ain’t the life that i’ve chosen
i know that my future can be bright, don’t pull them strings
know they can shoot you in the night, behind the scenes
i cross the heart in my chest
i swear i’m nothing unless

[bridge]
this can get me to where i might be
take me to a place where from these thoughts i’m free

[verse 2]
an example is pеople at ——— high
the ones that saying you try to hard if you start to cry
thе ones that live a lie but at the same time are saying you got no life
maybe this whole town in general
ain’t sh-t to do, everything is dead and all
fellow students! this ain’t l.a
no matter what you say
outside its eight degrees
sleeve on short, where’s your brain, b-tch please
don’t matter how many drugs you take
before you know it, it’s too late
know you hate it here, we all do
we all do, that’s why
[bridge]
i have to make it
my life without this, i could never take it
how do i say this?
i need
i need

[part ii: bitter sweet]

[verse 1]
tell me that everything you said was joking
so i don’t gotta feel bad about hearts broken
even if i’m too numb
i think about you too much
i don’t think i ever wanna see you more
though i’d rather that than see this town we’re both too good for

[verse 2]
but with you, it’s a better place
you’re sweet but a bitter taste
i don’t care how hard it gets
i don’t care what kinda test
god wants to me through
i wanna be with you
you’re who gets me to
the place that i am
the place that i am
can’t make up for that pain
don’t touch me when i bang
[part iii: isolated]

[verse]
know it’s sorta looked down upon but
i like the idea of sitting sipping vodka
now, i’m not used to getting f-cked up
but baby, can you turn the lights off?
i really don’t care what they think
this bruise ain’t but a little thing
hours on a ‘k’
i was yelling fake
looking back to say
about to hyperventilate
nothing behind me but gray
this intercom sounding, i’m drowning
tsunami wave, nothing to do but let it consume you
falling, but nothing to grab onto
but how could i when i’m held by the neck with a rope?
i want actual sh-t, what do you actually think? stop the “dope”
i want some reasons, at least one
whatever season, no ding-dong
want my head, no more sing-song
i swear everybody wants me gone

[outro]
might show my hate to satisfy some
sight show i ain’t who said it’s bye, son

- rick is ugly

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