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letra de collector - toby tesla

[part 1]

[verse 1]
shooting straight
while i’m staring at the deadline
f-ck the presentation
i drop and skip the bail on em
replace him, i’m down to foot the bill
f-ck around and drop some bills
just for her to get her nails done
tough deal, they turn me to bob the builder
guess it’s my job to build her
i went and gave her taste for you
must be going through a change
’cause she’s on your cell saying
that she’s running out of sp-ce for you
they be popstars but they more like britney
in night or day, know my neck still glistеning
they won’t drop names, they won’t drop no mеntion
they love to take, i know they’re still listening
if i went dark, they wouldn’t have ideas
we’re just too far, i mean i’m talking lightyears
never went far, i’m still really right here
they get real mad when their words don’t strike fear, yeah

[hook]
better think twice ‘fore you try me
try me, try me
try
and they bark loudest behind me
but they’re not trained to not bite
and it’s no sweat, it’s too easy
this is cake, this is chicken pot pie
i be too calm, i’m just tryna not die
i can tell fakes, i know how to spot lies
nice
[bridge]
too many nights just to leave you on read
too many days just to leave you on dead
i collect that feeling

[part 2]

[verse]
on a late night
v i b e
on a late night thing
would you let it come twice?
when you think about life, would you run it by me?
on a late night
v i c e
would you put me on freeze?
could you let it grow legs?
give it impetus, would you let it catch steam?
too little oj and too much champagne
trying not to meddle, make the memory fade
its a great one, make it run like usain
it ain’t fake love
nothing’s fake, love, what the f-ck is you saying?
trying to come to the terms that you set
thinking ’bout texts and some words never said
what it is, what it is?
what it was as soon as i walk in
i was looking for a little bit of buzz
i think that you put too much wok in
i was in the function with some vatos
you was in the axel arigato’s
i was bugging you just for a fronto
ain’t the only thing i really want though
too easy, too, too
too easy, too, too
too easy
too, too
h-ll if i know
pants still fit the 45 tho
i’m still puffing up a cyclone
chest still puffing up but speak free
be free
be, speak, be, be
too easy
too, too
too easy
too, too, too
[outro]
too little oj and too much champagne
trying not to meddle, make the memory fade

- toby tesla

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