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letra de too much yayo - the streets

[intro]
yayo
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
like a little theatre show
that we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
looking down from in the gods as people go on below
trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them like their prison-breaking from alcatraz into their minds
heavens say they sin just for fun
of the seven deadly sins envy is the only not fun

[refrain]
whey-oh
too much yayo
whey-oh
too much yayo

[interlude]
get some chips

[verse 2]
living in the present is like
trying to sit on the very, very head of a pin
which is why we try to lose our heads what ever the thing
but you can’t run away from there’s no place that far
pinballing around to the rhythm
hitting the points and bouncing straight back between flippers and in
people are so pleased that their plight
they are not the first to feel this, not even tonight
[hook]
ay, why do i never learn
monday, tuesday, my head feeling hurt
wednesday, done doing death
thursday, friday, come do it again

[verse 3]
leave the ash on your cigarette and wait for it to fall
feel the alleyway is full, you wait for nothing at all
smiling like he’s loving a text
but he’s watching his own snapchat ’cause he’s loving himself
he don’t like pain, but he must quite like h-ll
he don’t like cocaine, he just quite likes the smell
crying’s the weapon of the weak
[?] is the anger [?] after getting nowhere

[refrain]
whey-oh
too much yayo
whey-oh

[hook]
ay, why do i never learn
monday, tuesday, my head feeling hurt
wednesday, done doing death
thursday, friday, come do it again
[refrain]
whey-oh
too much yayo
whey-oh
too much yayo

[verse 4]
like a little theatre show
that we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
looking down from in the gods as people go on below
trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them like their prison-breaking from alcatraz into their minds
heavens say they sin just for fun
of the seven deadly sins envy is the only not fun

[refrain]
whey-oh
too much yayo
whey-oh
too much yayo

[outro]
i [?] be in the show
that we used to make

- the streets

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