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letra de alberto balsalm - rubys boy

[intro]
i’m so high right now i don’t know where i am

[verse]
i was in my crib cleaning up mouse sh-t (this is a ruby baby mix)
can’t tell where i am but i know it’s gonna be a hit
contamination and anxiety gettin’ into my head
told my therapist, “i don’t know if i like these meds”
zoloft goin’ to my head
now i’m rapping with a carti preset
my friends been playing hide and seek but i’ve been the seeker for about two years (real trap sh-t)
can’t find ’em, looked under my bed that’s where i found the mouse sh-t
that was not lit
i was with my stepdad and my roommate, we were eating burnt m’s
two days later, we’rе cleaning the whole basеment and got italian food with my girlfriend
shoutout garozzo’s, that’s where you’ll find me in
probably in the bathroom hitting my nicotine pen
i’m just kidding, i wouldn’t disrespect them ’cause their chicken vincenzo is tremend-ous
think i need another hit
uhh, there’s the beat drop
bass hitting so hard their socks fall off
i was at a college in the middle of iowa with my mom
i feel like eminem trying to make a trap song
i feel like i’m trapped in my own thoughts
my mom moved to new york
so i’m stuck in kansas city with my stepmom
how does that work?
my grandma hates me ’cause i don’t get dinner with her no more
five years ago i was at my grandparents crib with my little brother and i convinced him i knew how to teleport
but really i just used the storage room that had two doors (this is a ruby baby vocal mix)
and i bet out here i’m safe
[?] why you don’t come ’round no more?
’cause me and your mom never really struck a chord (bring that one back from the top)
i heard they laughin’ at me in kansas city
but i got rappers who’s dreaming of me and following me
d-mn, that’s crazy
i saw a ghost in my door when i was four
’cause my dad was reading me a bedtime story and this was at my grandparents old crib
looked over at my doorway and i saw a full apparition
and i found a painting in the hallway a few days later of a distant relative (real trap sh-t)
i think it was one of my grandparent’s parents but they were dead (trapaholics, we make it look easy)
and that was the same person that was in the doorway lookin’ at me and my dad
my dad had an old coworker named pat
i wonder if he knew that my pockets were fat
i’m ’bouta let this empty sprite bottle hop on the track
[outro]
well, thank you for that
this is a ruby baby mix
yes, i do love designer

- rubys boy

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