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letra de power - sicky g

[intro]
you know i’ve been gone
well, i’m back again
sicky

[verse]
spend the nights awoken going over this
focusing on broken emotions and closing open ends
notes are open, hands are just frozen, not a stroke of ink
how to set in motion a spoken notion of woes i think? (ah)
this where my thoughts are h–rded
within the chords, i wouldn’t talk if i was waterboarded (-drowning-)
i look for doors but the walls are boarded
took a fall, was on the floor, but now i’m self-supported
back up on my feet and now i’m walking the right track
ignoring internals, red flag and no write back
a walker booking, eyes peeled and looking
double 60 in the whip, it’s too late if the white flash
the lies stack, that’s the real disease
when i see all of these fake rappers and guys cap
i stick to the truth, spitting the life facts
the taller you climb is just the harder you might crash
i been searching, new tabs address
like these turbans, i wrap my head, around these sounds ’til i backed my strengths
and that’s mou’s inter with a plaque like ’10 (mourinho)
call it home but i never lived
here now, trace it back, all eleven kids
say i’m not the best, well i guess man are telling fibs
she say that she love me but she left so she never did (never)
i’d trust her but i’d fret so i never did
no regrets, moving best, like the 7 did
say i’m not the best, i’ll beat the one like a beckham kick
dem ones are 10’s, it’s who me and all the bredren with
if it’s beef, i get personal
no indirects, slice through you like surgical
legend status in the city like sergio
working ’til the doors on the whip move vertical (lambo)
reminiscing through the archived pics
wasn’t scared of the night ’til it got dark like this
wanted sons, now it’s done, start line sh-t
she’s all my shut mind thinks, there’s a spark i miss
she’s got a clutch i’m in, drop and shift
switching lanes with the aim i stay on top of sh-t
rocket ship, i need sp-cex to proper fix
hovering on top of the drop
long grass and plenty snakes, all these dons are h-lla fake
i see you like ronaldo when he’s off to celebrate (siiuuu)
see the top like 7/8, my spots on centre stage
yeah, you’re living at the peak but i’mma knock down, renovate
paid the cost of them mistakes
not friends like ross and rach
had to watch her get away, accept the loss, in retrograde
now elsewhere i concentrate
history to make
so i’m sticking to the game
i’m still the boss like emma hayes
i feel the power

- sicky g

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