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letra de got away - strayfade

[intro]
are you still there?
(nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing new)
(nothing, nothing, nothing)
i don’t remember-

[chorus]
i’ve been dying over patience ’cause i gotta wait
got no eye for other girls that sipping marmalade
i’ve been trying hard at making what i gotta make
god been searching heaven, only angel got away
got your eyes locked on the outcome with the pretty things
i’d give you everything and anything you’d ever need
you thought that we had something going, live in misbelief
to think ’bout how you know you’ll never get thе best of me

[verse 1]
yeah, watch is timеless, but i’d cave in
hopping islands, left the cayman
all they want me, how i came in
wanting all that’s left to aid them
but that’s nothing new
i got attached to you
and maybe later on you’ll find the time to want me too
maybe i’m done being on this
baby, what you want? i got it
maybe you can’t lose me
constant ain’t no gucci, louis, prada
ain’t there nothing new
and love, that sucks for you
but baby, look at how the poison ivy want me too
[chorus]
i’ve been dying over patience ’cause i gotta wait
got no eye for other girls that sipping marmalade
(nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing new)
i’ve been trying hard at making what i gotta make
god been searching heaven, only angel got away
got your eyes locked on the outcome with the pretty things
i’d give you everything and anything you’d ever need
(nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing new)
you thought that we had something going, live in misbelief
to think ’bout how you know you’ll never get the best of me

[verse 2]
red dot
deadlocked
and yet i wanna take it
let off, next stop
don’t think i’m gonna make it
anti-psychotic
too much, enough related
am i not on this?
more than i wanna say it-

in it every session for the 2b
run it through me
make my to-do list and do me
what i can’t be? (why i can’t be your baby)
intimate to feel the running
in a minute, i’ll be nothing
less than ever got in your way (why i can’t see the hatred)
hey, watch him do the most
and yet ain’t never kept his dough up
i been playing with the beats
ain’t even care about the blow up
way i’m mastering the hits
you’d think i would’ve got a show up
one or two, by now
look at how i got my flow up
i got nothing (none lately)
keep it on low ’til i’m something (some hate me)
left on the stove like a husband (homebody)
he cannot cook, got him running (he nothing)
he cannot look at my known hits
ain’t n0body telling me i don’t miss
jinxing with the game
she’s like a psychic
if i keep going, i might live (might live)
[chorus]
i’ve been dying over patience ’cause i gotta wait
got no eye for other girls that sipping marmalade
i’ve been trying hard at making what i gotta make
god been searching heaven, only angel got away
got your eyes locked on the outcome with the pretty things (yeah, yeah)
i’d give you everything and anything you’d ever need (yeah, yeah)
you thought that we had something going, live in misbelief
to think ’bout how you know you’ll never get the best of me

[outro]
nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing new

- strayfade

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