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letra de page 20 - the diaspora (rou)

[intro: otior]

ayo, what’s going on here?

[hook: whereva, sergiu’s there]

go to page 20 of the motherf-cking book (ay)
don’t ask which, i’m leaving motherf-ckers shook (yeah)
tried to back up the truck, the b-tch was stuck
she said what’s up, i said “i don’t give a f-ck”
go to page 20 of the motherf-cking book (ay)
don’t ask which, i’m leaving motherf-ckers shook (yeah)
tried to back up the truck, the b-tch was stuck
she said what’s up, i said “i don’t give a f-ck”

[verse 1: whereva, sergiu’s there]

greatest group to be
who are you to me?
don’t need enemies
at breakfast, a 40
wine and whiskey
greatest morning
we’re still mourning
since death’s a cold breeze
entered italy with a cop like a hundred feet away
pulled over on my own accord, not going to court today
got to rome so peacefully everything is going my way
then realised we forgot 4hunnid somewhere in croatia, hey
my father fought in the kosovo war back in ’99
i’m so glad i didn’t lose him then, it was a different time
didn’t see him much, saw him a lot after the age of 9
the hand of death done grazed him and he turned into a man of god
he told me his wisdom, i mistook it for a yapping session
realised the sense to the stories, i devoloped intuition
i told them from young age f-ck a collage, you won’t pay tuition
now i’m making money, my momma don’t have no working business
pops still a mechanic but thats just cause of his pride
he been working daily from the day his father died
the day that he passes i don’t know how i’ll survive
the smoke is filling up my lungs, i’m listening to smile
[break: boom 47]

sh-t is wicked man, for real

[verse 2: boom 47]

back in ’93, my mother had me
born and raised b-st-rd, lived through it sadly
back in ’15, phone was ringing
pops on the other line, declined gladly
i don’t owe an explination to these hoes ’bout who we are
somewhere around bucharest, my momma f-cked a tzigan
went straight to the park just to feed a couple swans
one of them spoke to me, said we’re all children of god
don’t remember my past, b-tch i think i got amnesia
they tried to read my lyrics, then them hoes all had a sezuire
i move without a sound but lil’ b-tch, i’m not a junior
ain’t n0body know i was in background of “black mirror”

[hook: whereva, sergiu’s there]

go to page 20 of the motherf-cking book (ay)
don’t ask which, i’m leaving motherf-ckers shook (yeah)
tried to back up the truck, the b-tch was stuck
she said what’s up, i said “i don’t give a f-ck”
go to page 20 of the motherf-cking book (ay)
don’t ask which, i’m leaving motherf-ckers shook (yeah)
tried to back up the truck, the b-tch was stuck
she said what’s up, i said “i don’t give a f-ck”

- the diaspora rou

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