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letra de self luv - skinnyboi cj

[intro]
skinnyboi, n-gga, uh-huh
(you’re gonna end up dead too)

[chorus]
my dad wasn’t ’round to teach me how to hit, so how i’m ‘posed to fight these demons?
you don’t even care when i say that sh-t, i guess you don’t mind me leaving
oh, no, no, it’s somethin’ hurt inside my soul
can’t complain about the rain, it could be worse, it could be snow
all these trails and tribulations, i’ll go hard ’til i expire
i’m a thug, guys like me, you gotta hold a little tighter
ain’t no love in these streets, that’s why you gotta be a fighter
sellin’ drugs just to eat, livin’ life like a survivor

[verse]
yeah, you gon’ miss them facetimеs if i f-ck up and start facing time
wishing everyonе a great life, what i need to start saving mine?
posted, “cj, i’m really liking your music,” then what’s your favorite line?
i ain’t come through? name a time, never let them play with mine
every ho i want got a n-gga, i’ma stay out they way
i ain’t even sad for real, the beat just tell me what to say
crash out ’bout my partner ‘fore i think about myself
b-tches come ’round showin’ fake love, knowin’ d-mn well i need help
like the marks inside the road, yeah, i’m stuck inside the streets
n-ggas think i’m coppin’ out ’cause i don’t give a f-ck about the beef
like i’m watching mukbangs, i just wan’ see my partner eat
and like i got my gun sn-tched, i’m just tryna find my peace
on that young n-gga sh-t, i’m dumpin’ the clip behind my bro
ain’t trippin’ ’bout your ugly-ass mug, the love gon’ always show
’cause we bros
take a n-gga down like somethin’ i ain’t mean to post (brrt)
i was down bad on my d-ck and you know i needed more
i got left inside the cold, i got right, came back with heat (brrt)
i ain’t goin’ through that phone, it’s on you if you go cheat
you’d rather see me on my back than have it, that right there is so sad
behind lil’ craig, who gon raise sum’ havoc while i chase this bag? (skinnyboi)
[chorus]
my dad wasn’t ’round to teach me how to hit, so how i’m ‘posed to fight these demons?
you don’t even care when i say that sh-t, i guess you don’t mind me leaving
oh, no, no, it’s somethin’ hurt inside my soul
can’t complain about the rain, it could be worse, it could be snow
all these trails and tribulations, i’ll go hard ’til i expire
i’m a thug, guys like me, you gotta hold a little tighter
ain’t no love in these streets, that’s why you gotta be a fighter
sellin’ drugs just to eat, livin’ life like a survivor

- skinnyboi cj

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