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letra de b-sides - sven yamaha

[verse 1: sven yamaha]
everything a cliché
[?]
had to kick my feet up
i’m meltin’ in this heatwave
hopin’ that they pre-save
i hope they know i work on my feet
i hope they know it hurt when i breathe
i hope they know that i turn in my sleep
not knowing whether or not i’ll make it to then next day i see green
i hope they know i got family ties
i need to provide, for my, momma look at these tragedies heightening
my anxiety
it ain’t right, yeah
the same sights every time you hang right, yeah
late nights, me and my homies look for-
bеst times to stay out of cop lights, yeah
think i have to stop fights but-
evеry time they break i get the feelings not right, yeah
i’m just not built like that
nah nah nah, nah
i’m just not built like that, yuh

[transition: sven yamaha]
i’m just not built like that
nah nah nah
i’m just not built like that
just not built like that
[verse 2: sven yamaha]
time passin’ like a relay
[?]
chest tight on the freeway
heard that you just got your [?]
guess you’ll probably leave ca
find someone to do some pda
wonder if we’ll end up meetin’ again
and if we’ll hit replay

[bridge: sven yamaha]
what happened?
what happened?
what happened?
what happened?

[verse 3: roy okaga]
i said just be honest with me
too much guessin’, i guess it’s just the problem with me
i had two sides
one dude, two lives
but everything is puttin’ on when i look in her blue eyes
[?], like ever, but workin’ on my delivery
you keepin’ everything to yourself and i swear it’s k!llin’ me like-
i can’t sleep
can’t read between the pages of your emotion
and hopin’ it comes to me
but i’m asleep dreamin’ of you
so many secrets of you
that be revealed through subconscious [?]
but i don’t trust my mind like that
never mind the past
i ain’t ever wanted any b-tch to be mine like that
my bad, i shouldn’t call you a b-tch
but whenever i feel that, i wanna call you a b-tch
and whenever i feel bad, you wanna act like a b-tch but-
i try not to care and i should go back to my biz
[outro: roy okaga]
and i go back to the bus seat window
on the way home
playin’ b-sides, but you don’t ever wanna play those
it’s hit singles and whatever is on the radio
but i can’t really judge
plus you hate it when i make a statement that you don’t agree with but that’s all i really say to you

- sven yamaha

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