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letra de you're welcome - stukz

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sippin liquor for the pain, troubles heavy on my brain, but my homeys looking at me like that boys a f-cking king, liquor bottles fill the table dawg we drowning in this thing, writer roy will roll some weed, but this liquors all i need, love my ex but she told me baby boy i have to leave, took my heart, tore it apart and left that organ in the street, i don’t think that i’ll ever love another in my life, man my life is like a war and i’m losing every fight…

hey… hey… now

look in my eyes, the pain is deep in my soul, the att-tude of a star, the question is will i blow? been k!lling it for a minute, i’m constantly on the road, they tell me sky is the limit my n-gg- i’m out the globe, you kick it with emtee, you kick it with saudi, you kick it with nasty c navigating these rowdy streets, but stukz you need to kick it with god if you wanna win, been choosing the wrong decisions, constantly i’ve been drinking, the angel of death has come to question the life i’m living, losing lovers and looting, looking to lure the lucent… women that wind up willing to wing us up as we’re wading, patiently i’ve been waiting, ducking and diving satan, my angels are fighting demons they tired of segregation uh… i’m 25 i need some millions in my safe, i need that yellow lamborghini and a crib in an estate, i need ta spoil my mama and honour my loving father, you raised me up in an era where n-gg-s ain’t even bother, i’m forever grateful and constantly in my zone, depression seems to follow me everywhere that i go, on my knees asking god about some sh-t i prayed for, i’ve been patient for some years, now my time is finally here, grab my phone, call some hoes, i dodged my n-gg-s, i got liquor, kinda eager just to kick it then we s-xing on the floor
then she leaves me on my own, back to stressing man these demons love it when i’m all alone, can you comprehend my flow? d-mn
this boy lonely, the negativity flowing, i noticed where this is going, that casket carry my body, remember me when i go, nqobile i pray you keep the good parts me in your soul… man i’ve been chilling at the crib, think i lost my will to live, i could either pop these pills or just slit my f-cken wrist and i brought this on myself, i don’t need n-body’s help i just hope that you’ll be happy when you hear that i’m in h-ll

[outro]

i can’t deny it dawg it hurts, rather put me in a he-rs-
lift my body in that casket as it pulls up in reverse, see my picture and shed a smile, say “that boy was f-cking wild” now i’m resting and i ain’t gon’ be the reason that you cry

- stukz

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