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letra de bubbles - shayan roy

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baby got a mind like a rubik cube

mine shaped the same, except my tiles all navy blue

now i freak when i see red, so she try to solve me

but the other side’s all gloomy too

get at it like a surgeon, digging at the grooves

trying to find meaning, all she find was platitudes

my attitude problematic, i’m aware, but dude

sometimes your permutation plain f-ckin rude

not long ago, the vibe was tropical

now we cold, trippin on some cold-ass latitudes

three lives till the boss level

b-tch these 8-bit tricks don’t long stay magical

you reach for reset faster than the news

who do i blame except my untrustworthy screws?

it’s all good, homie, you do what you gotta do

but let me take the hook, cuz you don’t know the f-ckin’ blues

hook:

i sing you all the songs of my life, but don’t sing along, baby (you don’t know the f-ckin blues)

i tell you every day, every night, but don’t come along, baby (you don’t know the f-ckin blues)

she don’t want me back, cuz i’m wack

every time i redial, reconnect, i attack

baby please, cut me some slack

what the f-ck’s to derail? there’s no train on the track

(there’s no train on the track?)

i mean, instead of showing me

how all this sh-t could be all understanding and pretty

and then throw it under the bus, now it’s 2x petty

girl, instead of that lean, douse me in kerosene

and fl!ck the f-ckin match off my shreds

like you fl!cked the memory off the side of the bed

singing “bye bye boka, guess you lost it again”

“27, stupid, said goodbye to your friends, huh?”

let’s stop for a sec, and unpretend

that we both was in love with concepts in our heads

nothing i say or do could be remedial

if you jumping ship the second this sh-t is inconvenient

hook:

i sing you all the songs of my life, but don’t sing along, baby (you don’t know the f-ckin blues)

i tell you every day, every night, but don’t come along, baby (you don’t know the f-ckin blues)

you got me this lump in my throat, we will never get along (you don’t know the f-ckin blues)

i’m going back to my old grind, so don’t come along

you don’t know that sh-t. (x8)

ey doctor!

you better go eternal sunshine on my ass (like)

i don’t want no more f-ckin trouble

i just wanna blow some f-ckin bubbles

ya feel?

- shayan roy

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