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letra de 10pm in gothenburg - savantloup

(verse)
chilling halfway across the world
linking nusca out in sweden, that’s word to gothenburg
running from my heart, cupid do your worst
and if you ever do catch me, i might just move from earth
love the people round me, love the real riders
ready to pop hydrants if they even smell fire
and there’s liars out here, giving up on they p-ssion they tryna be hired
that’s not how we wired
i’m tryna chase the greats ’till we both running in stride and i can look em in the face
like i’m looking at my fate
looking at my destiny
them doors that wouldn’t open, now it’s open sesame
still out here with the gang, never leave whose next to me
unless they wanted distance and now we sold separately
i’m tryna finish uni but the enemy is testing me
end of the day, thank god cause he still blessing me
man until it’s rest in peace, i ain’t stopping or slowing
cards on the table now, but mine isn’t showing
see when the whistle goes, maybe i’m the one blowing
or when you strike out, maybe i’m the one throwing
imma teach the cl-ss, feel free to take a seat or two
f-ck up on the final then i guess that i’ll be seeing you
in the summertime, where i’m thriving in the heat
reclining all the seats, still vibing to the beat
and just tryna find my peace, tryna find my purpose
start asking myself if even trying this is worth it?
i’ll tired of all the searching, but my heart just gets to hurting
and it leaves me second guessing like maybe the sh-t’s worthless
i wish the old me could’ve heard this
he was lost in his ways
couldn’t show all the emotion so he tossed it away
tryna make my momma proud, he was taught to behave
tried with the grades, now i’m out here tryna get paid
if i’m running for the checks, i hope that sh-t ain’t delayed
not up for debate, take care of the fam like i’m drake, man that’d be great
make sure all my family straight
cuz money was the issue, dad was working overtime
learned from my dukes you don’t tell em, don’t even show the grind
reap the profits, dim the lights and tell em that it’s closing time
by then you understand how to dance to your tune
you might not have silver but at least you got spoons
and you do what you can, can’t just leave it to chance
ain’t gotta second guess it if it’s all in the plans

(outro)
when we close up shop
and the lights get low
are we goin out?
are we goin home?
i don’t know, i don’t know, yea

- savantloup

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