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letra de duties - slaycooper

[verse]
papers know me much better much better
yeah
than everyone else in this planet
psychic machiavellic like seele
my feels with the right key turn a sh-lling
i wrote letters on letters
trend setter
lord heard my prayers
my life of bitter made the sweet so sweeter
that her lips, her thighs, were like vanilla
trapped in my mind like a k!ller
serial driller
my youth’s been a wasteland now i’m in winning
it’s funny how i’m putting in the lyrics
everyone that’s never been present
who’s ever had nothing but critics
who folded on me, with no love on its side
for a year, for a minute
i died with my brother, didn’t sleep for nights
i think that ’s why for me ain’t easy
to love somebody
to let go on somebody
cannot take this sh-t
so i drink with schawties
they keep me busy
it wouldn’t stop my drowning
wouldn’t change a thing
i can see you smiling
i cannot hear you laughing
no
no

[chorus]
it’s all in me
the smiles, the tears
the cure, the disease
but i’m not forgived
i’m sorry mother
i’m sorry bro
there’s still something
but is broke, is cold

[verse]
wanna take it back to sweet
like before all this sh-t
like before i got this dream
writing for my future kids
baby you decide my feels
baby you designed my heart
and is all yours to keep
but you don’t want it tho
you don’t
you don’t
you don’t
no
it comes with the night
i’m asking him why
used to write in this hours
now i got panic attacks
escaped from my self
but my darkness’s inside
from duties for music
for the sh-t that i like

it comes with the night
i’m asking him why
used to write in this hours
now i got panic attacks
escaped from my self
but my darkness’s inside
from duties for music
for the sh-t that i like

[bridge]
don’t wanna feel guilty for spending my time on it
spending my time on it
wish i just wanted a gown or a tie on me
for this i could die homie
i think that
i think that
i think that i’m like curry
9 to 5 is not for me
i p-ssed my days trapped aiming light
tired of it now i wanna shine homie

[chorus]
it’s all in my me
the smiles, the tears
the cure, the disease
but i’m not forgived
i’m sorry mother
i’m sorry bro
there’s still something
but is broke, is cold

- slaycooper

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