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letra de p.s. this is not who i am. - speakeasy the storyteller

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(hook)
skipping breakfast and i’m skipping lunch
rolling papers and i’m hitting blunts
sipping liquor, splitting swishers, switching b-tches
just to say i did it once…

(1st verse)
but it’s really daily, i’m facilitating
anything to make me just forget the mistakes we
made together, i got issues baby
i’m attached to something and it’s quickly fading
and i been debating on leaving this place
look at me closely, you can see it in my face
i got demons in my brain, no achievements in the bank
and i’m spending every evening with the heathens to escape
i am not evеn awake with my eyelids opеn
in the morning i’mma need some ibuprofen
this is not the logan i know, man i don’t know this
person lurking in my mind, i’m smoking
purp in my whip. i’m hoping that
n0body f-cks with me tonight, i’m rolling
with the guys and scoping out the thighs of hoes
on sidewalks, sky-walk over my opponents

(pre-chorus)
but it’s all just a sleight, i’m pretending like
i got vodka in my sprite just to get it right
marijuana in my pipe just to get it right
push my problems to the side, too much drama in my life so i’m
(hook)
skipping breakfast and i’m skipping lunch
rolling papers and i’m hitting blunts
sipping liquor, splitting swishers, switching b-tches
just to say i did it once…

(2nd verse)
my relationship with you i build and destroy
i’m doing this sh-t just to fill in the void
i know that you really be feeling the boy
i’m feeling you too but i really should do
what i gotta do, i got a million voices
in my head telling me different – different – different sh-t
i been living with noise
living with infinite noise
because eventually you gon’ have to pass the blunt
and eventually you gon’ drink the last of the rum
and eventually you gon’ feel the sadness come
you can mask it, numb it, try to patch it up
but it’s temporary, everything is so temporary
so ahead of my contemporaries
but i know my head has been a scary place to be
i been preparing for the end, i’m staring at the cemetery
while i’m puffing jane like i’m a friend of mary’s
no confusion like a bitter berry
i’m a muh-f-cking human dictionary but i’m
(hook)
skipping breakfast and i’m skipping lunch
rolling papers and i’m hitting blunts
sipping liquor, splitting swishers, switching b-tches
just to say i did it once…

(outro)
i got the devil on my shoulder, your girl in my lap
and a drink in the palm of my hand
lost and i’m d-mned, falling again
p.s. this is not who i am

– speak

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