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letra de mournings - toyotomi hideyoshi

hungover mornings
we was on the bathroom floor every morning
do you have my back?
do you have what’s important?
these foreign cars kinda like the hoes we imported
when the rain came, well you left me, departed
the friendship we formed over weed we were smoking
girls with their hands tied up is a trap too
the kids in the ‘burbs like them cause they’re trapped too
and it’s easy to get lost when your mind too hype to go back to…
take it back to…
real love, real friends, we want that too
kids in the parks too good for this bad news
when we rapped to the beats were the greats
now i rap to these trap tunes
man i used to like snap-backs and tattoos
flashbacks through high-school
in 8th grade i found you
this type of style i showed you
many of the kids grew up to be so bad
now my girl, the huntress, hunt your gonads
i ain’t tryna start, man the feminists will go mad
step back to the flow that i had so
poppin’ pills, chugging with a bottle full of alco
cause the fun don’t stop when you’re too young
cl-ss of the hardknocks
kids that were too [?]
kids that were too dumb
kids hate kids, too cool to be nice now
friends change quick like the [?] drink i’m buying now
you’s a, you’s a, you’s a
i’m a motherf-cking knife-gun
i the main reason i put ice on my neck
put holes in my shoulder
mama work hard fool
what she’s saying i’m the man of the house for?
man it’s prolly cause my daddy grew the last 4… months
now these rappers’ father figures acting hard as chief keef
but listening to the pastor, tell em don’t front
stuck up, that’s the motto
you was acting with your homies
[?]
and i know you never meant bad, yuh
pen pad, [?] place that they don’t have heart
suckers on the highway feel last place
f-ck it, i been running everyday in this rat race
tryna get away from the stupid little bad days
swallowing my pride, i gotta swallow down that bad taste
acne my face and
you know where the restroom at?
yuh

[outro]
hungover mornings
we was on the bathroom floor every morning
do you have my back?
do you have what’s important?
foreign cars kinda like the hoes we imported
when the rain came, well you left me, departed
the friendship we formed over weed we were smoking
i said it’s hungover mornings
we was on the bathroom floor every morning

–harmonising–

- toyotomi hideyoshi

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