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letra de trying - surf

[intro]
yeah-yeah
yeah-yeah
yeah-yeah, woah-woah

[chorus]
at times i sit and wonder why, who gon’ hold me when i cry?
who gon’ love me when i’m down? who gon’ miss me when i die?
who gon’ see me on that stage? who’ll be watching me online?
who gon’ tell me it’s alright? who see the pain inside my eyes?
[verse 1]
woah, ten years old i was missin’ my mama, now i’m really missin’ my mama
up my rank, i feel like shabba, i up my bag, i feel like shopping
poppin’ these pills, i feel unconscious, why would i lie and say i got it?
came out the trap, b-tch, i came out the projects, working too hard, i ain’t had a day off yet
i’m fathering n-ggas, i feel like i’m upset, got a white girl [?] with the [?]
not playin’ 2k, but i feel like i’m ballin’, i sip d’ussé, i feel like falling
i got me a habit, i’m doing narcotics, i want the diamonds to come at me flawless
the voices in my head keep talkin’, i really need me a moment of silence
and if i had a b-tch right on my side, that would be cool
i can’t let n0body in it fill no void ’cause i want you
the way you kick me out your life, you make me wanna kick this too
i had to realize my position, i just had to play the fool
you f-cked me up, i played it cool, i f-cked that bag up, made a move
i keep me a stick, i’m playin’ poof, i fill that b-tch out and change the move
i wanna do what i came to do, my suicide just made the news

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m not going out bad no more, i might put on the dior today
no talkin’, f-ck that, we on the way, you wanna play, i’m takin’ this place
i wanted to up, no minimum wage, i love my gang, i’m gettin’ this pay
my life a book, i’m flippin’ that page, i’m poppin’ this pill, i’m k!llin’ this pain
d-mn, we gettin’ money, okay, d-mn, too much money to make
d-mn, shawty be all on my range, d-mn, shawty was out of my brain
woah, why would i vibe with a tight? d-mn, they wanna take what i got
i’m making my clothes, they take what i write, ain’t f-ckin’ no hoes, i’m chasing the guap
i had to hold that l, i took a loss, that sh-t made me a boss
we let off some sh-lls, shoot at his feet, put hoes in the shoes like crocs
brand new coupe came with a exhaust, broke-ass n-gga gon’ stand in his box
young n-gga rockin’ this whip, no fox, young n-gga raise that [?]
[chorus]
at times i sit and wonder why, who gon’ hold me when i cry?
who gon’ love me when i’m down? who gon’ miss me when i die?
who gon’ see me on that stage? who’ll be watching me online?
who gon’ tell me it’s alright? who gon’ recognize i’m tryin’?

- surf

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