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letra de i could really make u crazy - seventhirtyatmorning

i don’t feel anything

[verse]
she told me “let me in,” say, “pretty please,” yeah
can’t let you in my world, this sh-t not easy, yeah
if you knew me, it’s loyalty i bleed
she want up in my mind she keep on begging me, she plead
b-tch, i don’t even have enough time for myself right now, i don’t sleep
i’ve been getting to that pape’, f-cking cake, countin’ cream
n-ggas fake, i done lost my voice, ‘cause i just been screaming all day
i’m on this sh-t like all day
i f-ck that b-tch all day
man, i just had a hard day
we wipe his nose broad day
the arp came with a scope, we pop that boy from far away
i been feelin’ like i’m chose, it’s like god talking to me
i’m just tryna get back home, i’m just tryna see my bae
i’m not tryna right my wrongs, give a f-ck what you gotta say
i’m just tryna feel some happiness like that just all i need
x, huh, beans, yeah, molly cup, lean
rocks to pop, yeah, rocks to pop but i’m not no fiend
i’m pretty toxic, yeah, i’m pretty toxic, yeah, i got them clingy
i just might bussy ‘bout my b-tch, open up lil’ brain
finna might hit you with this switch, 50 shots just rain
n-gga in the booth making a diss when his bro just got slain
huh, get ‘em back, huh, get yo’ l!ck back
i snap her back like kit-kat
and i’ma die ‘bout respect
i’m in that ho’, lost my voice ‘cause i’m screamin’ “free s-x”
these n-ggas jokes, i’m on point, i’m the freshest in here
yeah, i’m the flyest, huh, everywhere i go, yeah
are you ready to die? i am and i know, yeah
n-ggas f-cking lying when they say they tote
i know he ain’t pop no pole
rock these chrome hearts on my wrist, it’s white like the pope
it don’t feel like christmas, puh’, i don’t see no snow
you don’t wanna miss this when i rock out my show
f-ck, like
ain’t n0body doin’ it like me that i know
so my people tell me go (go), go (go)
go, tariq, go, yeah
i knock her down like a free throw
take her top, wrap her up, huh, like a burrito
i just like to stay real lowkey, don’t make a scene
i’ve been getting to that pape’, f-cking cake, countin’ cream
n-ggas fake, i done lost my voice, ‘cause i just been screaming all day
i’m on this sh-t like all day
i f-ck that b-tch all day
man, i just had a hard day
we wipe his nose broad day
the arp came with a scope, we pop that boy from far away
pop that boy from far away
i just made h-lla mistakes
i done made my bed, yeah, and now i gotta lay
in my f-cking head, yeah, like in my brain
i’m in my f-cking head, b-tch, i’m in my brain

- seventhirtyatmorning

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