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letra de fun. - tba (chicago)

[verse 1]
suffered through that sundown, come down, guess i’m in a slump now
f-ck this motivation sh-t, i really need a blunt now
coming off this l, i lost my b-tch; this isn’t fun now
ego been depleted, got me feeling like a bum now
f-ck, okay; running through these slums, i gotta catch my breath
once or twice, i call for help but no one’s left
stressin’ out; this pain won’t ever leave my chest
i must regret, and i must address
i never promised to be a knight in shining armor, dealing with karma
stab me like voodoo, n-gga; who you? you is boo-boo
losing myself like a blue’s clue
will i find myself, or will i fall off?
f-ck this job; i’m about to call off
mama said you gotta go to work, go to church
but in these late nights, i bе lurking
talkin’ ’bout two blunts and a heineken
tryna find my friеnds but they heardin’
talking ’bout blacked out in a shorty car tryna fight back to my person
can you just drop me off at my crib?
go to bed wake up not knowing sh-t

[chorus]
we can have some fun (but the sun is coming down)
we can have some fun (but the sun is coming down)
we can have some fun (but the sun is coming down)
we can have some fun (but the sun is coming down)
[verse 2]
at ten years old, to have some fun, i ride my bike to dino’s
we ate cemeno’s watching debo, now we hit casinos
just like the slots, i took my chance throughout my adolescence
i found it fun to chase these girls, a goofy prep-b-scent
no fun in present, trying to grow too fast to skip the lessons
my pops would nag me every day, i never got the message
i found it fun to sneak out, party, go be social
but the social anxiety got me dizzy and a chokehold
i’m feeling so lost, i’m almost hoping i could disappear
i disappoint, then disassociate to keep my problems far
life ain’t been too fun; my team, we suck
my grades ain’t in a slump, my siblings all away
my parents workin’ every f-ckin’ day
i’m lead astray; i look up to my coach, but he ain’t treat us fair
the lonely snare; i’m like a one-man show but best believe it aired
no one cares, but that’s to be expected when you from the bottom
always talk about the way i fall; my favorite season autumn
can you see my problems? can you justify?
constant with these lies, i got my cake, but still i need my pie
my bread is rare like rye, my soul is far from fine
there ain’t no place to hide, a n-gga tired, don’t got nowhere to cry
so i’ll just make it shine

- tba chicago

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