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letra de all about you - swift

[hook] 2x
it has to…be all about…you
(i know, i know, i know)

[verse 1]
i’ve got two ears and one mouth
now hold that thought (why?)
because you supposed to listen
twice as much as you talk (okay)
and everybody mention how my mind is lost
yeah, it is
but basically, it’s not my fault (ha!)
they hatin’ on swift
and as far as this game
i’m an atheist; and they waitin’ to get me p-ssed
and ain’t n0body missin’ me
they just wanna diss
trying to size me up
and then they criticize my sh-t (f-ck that!)
but i can take criticism
i’m not lying
my spirit is different, yo
so i don’t mind dying (blaow!)
n-ggas got a motive that i’ve noticed
with bogus questions
all them hoes just wanna drive by, spying
what, where, and why in
the h-ll them n-ggas trying
to define my mind
like i wasn’t trained with guidance
i be ridin’ everywhere across the d
and i be looking at them
straight through this crystal ball with me
i know!

[hook] 2x

[verse 2]
and they wonder why i don’t come around no more
and they tellin’ everybody
i’m a sellout ho (ha!)
but they would never let a n-gga know what i know
yeah, i know
you gotta look good
put on a show (ha!)
and when you perform
you might as well do a poem
‘cuz they be spittin’ vemon
at n-ggas, and don’t know ’em
perceive it to be true
but never can show ’em
i see ’em with their crew
they speak, but i ignore ’em
i be in the nieghborhood
even when it’s storming
out in the corner
then, a house full of boredom
there, they’ll be talking their most talk
when i’m tourin’
and when i get back
they wanna act like they knowin’ something
tellin’ me, “why can’t n-ggas eat like you do?”
eventually, motherf-cker!
i see right through you (n-gga!)
i got a dark cloud
and the hood’s full of voodoo
and to my real n-ggas
what would you do?
i know…

[hook]

[verse 3]
ha!
it’s better to be quiet
and they think you dumb
other than talking the talk
making it obvious to them
i will not be caught speaking
i’m high off the gin
i’m thinkin’ about p-ssy
he dreamin’ about him
now it seems to me
being the man that i am
i tell him i’m out
i shake his hand; then i scram
now why the f-ck he actin’
like he really give a d-mn
he probably got a habit
just as mad as their friends
wakin’ up every morning
chalkin’ up a plan with blueprints
“how can we destroy this man? d-mn!”
you only got two cents
and you’re an unemployed fan
a n-gga that everyone should avoid
stop playing!
it’s sad; you don’t know my last name though
you n-ggas only know my first name ‘cuz they know
and what you need to do
is concentrate on your dough
and don’t hate on me no more
if so, imma know
n-gga!

[hook] 6x

- swift

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