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letra de don't be afraid - stro

[verse 1: astro]
who they attract with that line
”what’s your name, what’s your sign?”
jocks leave, watch the losers creep from behind
i don’t do this often, but i’ma make eye contact
while i exchange my contacts
with you, i’m far from a mac, i’m just real
the way you stare make it hard for me to sit still
so let’s chill when your man ain’t around
i be brooklyn like we own that town
i can’t guarantee shopping sprees
but i could open doors and leave the key
i be the l-a-m-e p-ssport holder
bags on your shoulder, flash all over
we be all over thuggin’ on each other
be home in time to watch new york undercover
i know you ain’t used to hanging with a loser
but i’m just trying to brighten up the future
don’t be afraid

[hook: aaron hall]
don’t be afraid, my baby
everything will be alright
ain’t no need to be afraid
no way, no way

[verse 2: astro]
let’s chill by the clock tower
plan to invest in, yo, that’s ours
tired of being texted? yo, that’s never
75% of the time we together
you ain’t the type of chick rockin’ name brand clothes
you still got style when you walk your shows
so, dendin’ your knees, but thinkin’ of right places
lavish look, but chillin’ livin’ with the basics
90’s baby, but girl, you got a feel like the 80’s
could drive the most sane man crazy
stop traffic, behind the wheel they be starin’
and influence front key tearing in your appearance
and if i had to sum it all up, get with me
i bet a hundred, i keep it a buck fifty
you dig me? if so, we leave here today
but you can’t be afraid

[hook: aaron hall]
don’t be afraid, my baby
everything will be alright
ain’t no need to be afraid
no way, no way

[outro: astro]
i mean you mad cool, yeah, i think i like you
[?]
(i can’t dig this) yo, can you dig what i’m kickin’?
this a buff round of ’em
but you still need a shovel ’cause the lines run deep
we creep lowkey to the studio while you sleep
now you see the difference between you and me
i’m on my dawg, you non-celestial but the bars
but i’m a star
so have a seat in my car and ride with me through the streets of brooklyn-
yo, w-ssup? this is a p.e.s.a, public enemy service announcement. ’cause i feel like this is something we gotta say

- stro

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