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letra de brothers pov - stefflon don

[chorus]
look, i just wanna sleep and never wake up
i don’t feel good, i ain’t got my cake up
i’m all alone, ain’t got no family, just fake love
i just wanna ease the pain, so i take drugs
i don’t talk to my brothers and that hurts ‘nough
lookin’ in the mirror, ugly, i don’t feel buff
my sis told me close my eyes and imagine love
i started to cry cah
i don’t even know how to feel that sh-t, i don’t like me
i don’t want kids, i don’t want ’em to be like me
such a f-ckin’ f-ck up, does my mother even like me?
in and out of jail cah i’m too f-ckin’ shiesty
i’m a piece of sh-t, all they wanna do is wipe me
concrete, livin’ in this h-ll, i’m like, “why me?”
measurin’ progression through the pressure with no time piece
i ain’t learnin’ lessons, i’m just stressin’ with no wifey
temper tiny, i beg a boy try me

[verse]
if you really ready for the comeback
everybody leaves, but they never come back
wake up in the mornin’, sippin’ cognac
i wish i was a kid again
wish i was playin’ in the park on the swing again
with pablo, eatin’ treats, summer breeze
pickin’ up my shoes, climbin’ in the trees
way before i smoked trees
didn’t care about the p’s, just the g’s
oh god, i just wanna feel free, whatever happened to me?
it’s like i’m f-ckin’ cursed and i don’t know why
when i speak, i don’t smile and, no, i ain’t shy
it’s ’cause my t–th’s f-cked up and i don’t feel nice
i ain’t got no confidence, so i get high
i f-ckin’ hate this sh-tty p-ss pie they call life
i’m misunderstood and judged by the masses
i don’t wanna be seen, i wanna vanish
[chorus]
look, i just wanna sleep and never wake up
i don’t feel good, i ain’t got my cake up
i’m all alone, ain’t got no family, just fake love
i just wanna ease the pain, so i take drugs
i don’t talk to my brothers and that hurts ‘nough
lookin’ in the mirror, ugly, i don’t feel buff
my sis told me close my eyes and imagine love
i started to cry cah
i don’t even know how to feel that sh-t, i don’t like me
i don’t want kids, i don’t want ’em to be like me
such a f-ckin’ f-ck up, does my mother even like me?
in and out of jail cah i’m too f-ckin’ shiesty
i’m a piece of sh-t, all they wanna do is wipe me
concrete, livin’ in this h-ll, i’m like, “why me?”
measurin’ progression through the pressure with no time piece
i ain’t learnin’ lessons, i’m just stressin’ with no wifey
temper tiny, i beg a boy try me

[outro]
wish i was a kid again
just on the swing again
summer breeze
pickin’ up my shoes, climbin’ in the trees

- stefflon don

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