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letra de i try - them chains

[chorus: clockworc]
i try, but i don’t know how to play nice
could give a f-ck ’bout what they like, i-i-i-i-i-i
put me in a box, been rough around the edges
they ask my why i’m hating
b-tch, y’all just so unimpressive
i try, but i don’t know how to play nice
i try, could give a f-ck ’bout what they like
put me in a box, been rough around the edges
they ask my why i’m hating
b-tch, y’all just so unimpressive

[verse 1: clockworc]
i’ve od’d and i’ve flatlined
there’s n0body on the other side
no monuments and no statues of men like me and that’s alright
i ain’t got an ounce of hate in my heart
most of y’all just way too soft
i ain’t gonna candy-coat the truth, no
that sh-t ain’t gonna taste how you want
never been no gentleman when i was selling, smoking that pendleton
i couldn’t play fair and let life win
she a deadly b-tch and she trifling
this is it, stacking bricks in that boat that i roll through
sh-t with holes in it
i can’t cope within so i’m lashing out without love or sense
and my sentiment been “f-ck it all”
i still f-ck the law but she broke my d-ck
don’t take much to get in the pit
but it costs a lot to get out again
ugh, most claim real but under blue lights you gon’ find that they counterfeits
you can’t give an inch cuz they’ll take a mile
and then fake a smile and act like we friends
but
[chorus: clockworc]
i try, but i don’t know how to play nice
could give a f-ck ’bout what they like, i-i-i-i-i-i
put me in a box, been rough around the edges
they ask my why i’m hating
b-tch, y’all just so unimpressive
i try, but i don’t know how to play nice
i try, could give a f-ck ’bout what they like
put me in a box, been rough around the edges
they ask my why i’m hating
b-tch, y’all just so unimpressive

[verse 2 clockworc]
i don’t want a ball and chain
the full circle’s smallest, i can’t afford
i don’t wanna fornicate with hoes that ain’t got a great credit score (h-ll naw)
i don’t want a candlelight
we need full exposure and i see my flaws (check it out)
i tried to love everyone but i know very well that i’m no son of god
my human condition be critical
i be cynical, play for the same thing most y’all quit for
jump for the fun, for the fall, for the pain
or the contact, now man got no ripcord
and that sh-t that i lived through prove that god got a plan i know nothing about
you thinking your peon opinion mean something to me? you as dumb as you sound
you translucent, i ain’t never losing
i be taking lessons and i teach ’em too
talk yo b-tch up out her fruit of looms
do the sh-t that you could never do
i can’t fake the funk, that sh-t too exhausting
got a brand new bag and a whole wide world
head on up and give it uncut
i got a lump sum and you could get it all
[chorus: clockworc]
i try, but i don’t know how to play nice
could give a f-ck ’bout what they like, i-i-i-i-i-i
put me in a box, been rough around the edges
they ask my why i’m hating
b-tch, y’all just so unimpressive
i try, but i don’t know how to play nice
i try, could give a f-ck ’bout what they like
put me in a box, been rough around the edges
they ask my why i’m hating
b-tch, y’all just so unimpressive

- them chains

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