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letra de overtime - selfex

verse 1

misunderstood, i’m just asking for a little flair
you must ask, even though you wear a moustache
first cl-ss, the front seat is closed forever
i had a bond with her, let’s get together
listen, holding my hand, love is here, comes another vision
losing my balance, with a sweet addiction
under her spell, the looks, sometimes even the family
special feeling, smirk on my face like i won a grammy
looking up to the clouds, will she be my spouse ?
got a deep obsession, found some consciousness
it’s our weakness, guided by humans’ affection
watching tv shows, they’re selling miracles
dust settles down, days get blurry
work to get money, days ain’t sunny
i ain’t no need a house, handcuffed by a loan
early to build a family, i’ll go do things alone
holding on to sense of possibility
doing that as much as possible in this reality
dignity, standin‘, ain’t working on chemistry
go, the first alarm rings when you shed a tear

chorus

missing old days, thinking about summertime
grown up, working chasing overtime
hold on now, i wish what i do is over now …
when i get my peace of mind ?

verse 2

i need a pain k!ller, all body shivers
broke man, miles with those old sneakers
comin’ home tired, in my wallet no cream
look, the red in the eyes, they foiling no scheme
how to start a day ? been out hustling for years
‘bout to smack my manager, he knows what i fear
a life for survival, billboard sell dreams to me
grinding for bread, it feels tense, a bit achy
so it’s drugs, it aches, expenses from my pockets
no savings, a financial loan, couldn’t duck it
how could i stop it ? a riot ? mentally weakened
a dead-end, pretty hard to get up again
not fashion, they staring at, you see me dowdy
pleading innocent, i’ll end up rotting in cell
anyway, that mess it’s like living in jail
man, sinking slowly, crying deeply …

verse 3

it all started, into the same pot, born sinners
there ain’t no logic, a tale: it’s fake like godzilla
rough draft, k!lling those malicious giggles
imma tell a story, angels and devils
on earth, skin-mate: young and fed up i curse
too much, speaking up loud, won’t do the reverse
as long as persecuted, no trades but ch0r-s
bated, hatred is entrenched in cultural mores
need a way out, a need to understand, how ? (how ?)
short, eke out a living, waiting to pounce (do it)
physical strain, pushing me to renounce (go head)
begging for dimes, where is the mankind ?
throw a bunch of gibberish, i’m not pledging allegiance
to a country, hungry, forever a dissident
days look alike, hopeless i keep kneeling
no blood so no murder, slowly i keep dying

- selfex

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