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letra de 937* - saba

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[verse 1]
whatever happened to happy?
we been depressed since we turned eighteen years old
i been told that it get tougher with time and the brightest days are behind ya’
not that you need a reminder, spend whole lives tryna re-wire
my state of mind is influenced by what’s around me (what’s around)
i’m twenty-two, and it never been sh-t around me
i’m used to livin’ with granny, it’s rarely food in the pantry
i never been to the beach, thought they did that sh-t in miami
i read a book my dad delivered me
’bout financial stability, and how not to think cynically
but you know them city streets get ahold of you mentally
and before you know it, you got a face tat’
before you pour it, you gotta make rap
before you homeowner, you gotta pay back
school loans until you homeless
askin’ yo’ mom “is it okay for you to stay a lil’ while longer?”
i’m a product of the corner, and i never hear the coroner
but i watch the kids i hoop with take a timeout (time)
you from where i’m from, then you know what that line ’bout
remember my uncle would ask me what i’m cryin’ ’bout
honestly, i never knew, it just felt like somethin’ to do
i was in my head so much i saw every scenario
all this temptation around, like what otis and eddie wrote
my eyes got wide like betty boop, my people dodgin’ federal
this sh-t i been through h-ll and back, it feel like i been here before (uh)
[verse 2]
so i focus like a fashionista goin’ on a shoppin’ spree
potent like a bag of reefer reekin’, you could cop a peek
i’m here ’cause i gotta be, not a choice, it’s not optional
my father say for him to live his dream out, that he gotta go
that was the first time i lost my best friend, and i was four
i didn’t think that be foreshadowin’ at how my life would go
cried ’til i was five and a half and the time that’ll pass
i never held it against him, because i understand
in camp, i was outcasted ’cause i ain’t had the lebrons
lookin’ at all these suburban kids like
“f-ck out of here, joe, y’all really doin’ too much”
don’t want them callin’ your mom over and ruin her lunch
don’t want no problems? i suggest you be cooler to us
don’t hear no honesty in rap, it’s just hootin’ and such
from school to the bus back home, we knew what the f-ck you own
i ignored everything around, pretended i was alone

- saba

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