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letra de self respect. - stevesaintjames

[intro]
shout out to the boys
i wouldn’t be here without you
this one is for us
ay, b-tch!

[verse 1]
f-ck you!
i’m being me and not a d-mn thing else
i’m writing my own tune i will not let you make me hate myself
still here in my room because ain’t no one gonna stay and help
was waiting for my doom but now i’ll wait no more i’m breaking stealth
f-ck you!
doing it for wealth
bet you never really even cared ‘bout how i felt
acting so untouchable you ain’t the highest shelf
i’m finding out who couldn’t give a sh-t about my health
oh well, b-tch
f-ck you!
homie told me havе some godd-mned self-rеspect
i am not your p-wn, if you offer i reject
sick of all the games and the emotional neglect
sick of doing all the stupid things that you expect
f-ck you!
i don’t f-ck with people who ain’t f-cked with me before
put that life behind me i ain’t gonna be your b-tch no more
say you loving me but i know that your loved is forced
my only goal is inner peace so let the bodies hit the floor
[bridge]
i keep my heart behind bars
my cards closely guarded
i cover my scars to stay highly regarded
need time to restart or this life won’t go far
wanna be one with the stars
man i’m just getting started
out of breath
waiting for my death
all this stress
i’m just tryna do my best
constant threats:
half the city’s on the meth
you always think my no means yes
but now i got that self-respect

[verse 2]
and all my homies said they proud of me
i’m boutta crank it louder, g
still here in my room because my desktop is my foundry
writing my own tune i’m finally breaking down these boundaries
you ain’t heard the news?
i’m done with dealing with that clownery
f-ck you!
i’ll wear a dress if i want to
what your hate do?
i stay afloat like a pontoon
seeing some success, don’t wanna talk if that shocks you
living scripted lives but now i want that impromptu
last week changed my whole d-mn life
reached deep in my back, pulled out the knife
new beat, boutta reach new heights
no retreat, i ain’t weak, got bite
treat me right or get the f-ck out my sight
i work at night ain’t no one dimming my light
got an appetite that ain’t no one gonna slight
lot of people got that spite but i’m too busy to fight, b-tch

- stevesaintjames

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