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letra de how many times? - rottenmynded

intro: well, this is- uhhhh, an interesting statement i’m gonna make here, because i….sometimes i just don’t understand…and i don’t want to. (r-oooo)

v1: how many times can friends lie?, as much as you let them get by/got a whole lot of feelings that a n-gga don’t show cuz some people might sever stress ties…and there’s no way to mend a rope that’s broken more than 10 times/just choke on dope and smoke until your thoughts are m-i…a!…life’s shorter than mini films, they- threaten me, i’ll really k!ll’em/i’m not for nothing, too much at stake, and n-ggas eating with me but give me the billing…so i’m tearing the f-cking walls down on anybody, anybody in the buildings- getting bodied in a minute, 60 second countdown for demolition
wait…
i done put my foot down, n-ggas still stepped on it- get off this- d-ck, put on a show, i’ll chop you and turn this rug to red carpet…i been full of so much hidden tears, but i swallow my pride and l!ck my lips/i have an appetite for destruction, pass the knife cuz i’m cutting- n-ggas off…like…

hook: i dont see a team round me, just me in vip, (yeah, yeah)/putting in years with me- don’t mean a thing to me…how many times you gon close the door in my face?/how many chances you got?, y’all got comfortable in my sp-ce

that sh-t ends today

how many times, how many times, how many times- can i be let down?- can i be let down?…can i be let down?
how many times, how many times, how many times- can i be let down?- can i be let down?…can i be let down?

v2: how many times- can you apologize?/say sorry a thousand times- got me bent like a flower dying…i’m so over it, how can i focus when all of these people keep acting like i’m made of gold and sh-t?, and y’all be fighting for some ownership…but i dont owe n0body nothing, n-gga, and i put that sh-t up on my sisters names, (yeah, yeah)/i will forever be real, wouldn’t trade my rosary for bigger chains…and that dog tag from my mother, i am the son of- a gun, so i aim while i’m ducking for cover/blanket of hope for these f-ckers, before i put this to rest like a slumber- party…how many times can you play me?, (uh), n-ggas hate me on the daily, (uh)/smile in my face like we cool and stuff, f-ck out my face, b-tch, i’m cooling off…i am the last of a dying breed, myself is all i’m trying to be/can’t keep giving away time for free, got too many people that rely on me…people wonder where this comes from/ from the heart, i got value in it, that’s my lump sum…hear it beating like rum pum-pum pum/in the middle of a little internal conflict with my cerebellum concerning my mental health, and i’m feeling done, but- i got too many things that i need to handle and hatred is one of-them, until i give my mother money that’ll cover mortgage and anything that a n-gga needs, to fund how he wanna live when he’s wondering…and i am not getting any younger, feel like priorities plummet into my home with a plunger and suck the motherf-cking life out of my body like i’m cumming out the head after f-cking a lovely b-tch, and i’m under the impression that love doesnt exist, so f-ck it, i f-cking quit, i been beating the walls, and staring at it like a punishment/every time i feel like i got something new on the bucket list, here we go with some other sh-t…now i’m tripping, no luggage, just me and the sh-t i struggle with…how anxiety comes again, knocking on to my door, i ain’t playing no more/i’ll be sipping this hennessy til i’m out on the floor, i’ma chew on a edible til i’m flying, i soar- into the motherf-cking sky, and how many times you recall, when i had to be strong?, fighting problems alone, i ain’t crying no more/i set myself aside from anybody who dont benefit a n-gga, and i’m living with the final results…real sh-t

that sh-t ends today

- rottenmynded

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