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letra de quasimodo - t. chandy

hook:
riding solo
wishin’ i had listened when she told me baby don’t go
isolation turning me to someone that i don’t know
pressure on my shoulders got me looking quasimodo
promise i ain’t bending over backwards for ya no more
as of lately i been only moving on my dolo
pressure on my shoulders got me looking quasimodo
ain’t you learn that nothings what it seems
walking on the thinnest balance beam
let me talk to em
(let me talk to em)

verse 1:
starin up at skyscr-pers
city never sleeps, tryna maneuver thru the vapor
loud ass screech, hear the tires on the pavеment
mind on that purple and gold like i’m playing for thе lakers
ha
yeah it’s showtime, long ride
comin off a high, reach another ‘fore i nose dive
turbulence ahead, but you won’t be given no signs
bank accounts in red i’ve been livin’ on my own dime

so i’ll flip that pretty penny to a nickel
spent a quarter of my life tryna decipher every riddle
issa picture perfect puzzle
took a hit, i’m seeing double
yeah the storm is bringing rain, but reflections in the puddles
ever subtle, as we slide past, you know what it is
got a hundred on the dash, as we speeding down the strip
this the story of the outkast, stackin’ up my chips
in the lab, like a mad scientist
let me talk to em
hook:
riding solo
wishin’ i had listened when she told me baby don’t go
isolation turning me to someone that i don’t know
pressure on my shoulders got me looking quasimodo
promise i ain’t bending over backwards for ya no more
as of lately i been only moving on my dolo
pressure on my shoulders got me looking quasimodo
ain’t you learn that nothings what it seems
walking on the thinnest balance beam
let me talk to em
(let me talk to em)

verse 2:
late nights on the balcony vibin
never silent, shots fired and they followed by sirens
made it here after the circumstances that i macgyvered out of
yeah-. i’m low on funds, there’s another month of the rent to pay up
(knock)
promise mister bill collector
ima have it once check is cleared, i swear don’t want no problems with ya
i was never one for superstitions, but this lockdown got me feelin like there more at play than politicians
i was chasin’ after every thrill that made my heartbeat pound
goin down a rabbit hole, when will i and turn around
wave of old emotions crash against me, i might drown
think i’m movin’ backwards, start to feel like times run out
now i’m back to ridin’
hook:
riding solo
wishin’ i had listened when she told me baby don’t go
isolation turning me to someone that i don’t know
pressure on my shoulders got me looking quasimodo
promise i ain’t bending over backwards for ya no more
as of lately i been only moving on my dolo
pressure on my shoulders got me looking quasimodo
ain’t you learn that nothings what it seems
walking on the thinnest balance beam
let me talk to em
(let me talk to em)

- t chandy

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