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letra de ten toes down - trace. & mello

[verse 1: trace.]

i’m lost
but i can’t be found
i’m locked and loaded
but i ain’t got no rounds
tell me how do i look?
how do i sound?
different place, different grounds
i’m nervous shaking i’m contemplating what am i thinking
i’m writing records for noone’s station my notions tainted
and if i make it, i promise that i’m always gon’ say it
i always knew that my love for music would take me places
i put the brown bottle to my lips now
and i’mma drink this sh-t until i p-ss out
and this the sh-t i promised that i’d never touch
but this brown cup, f-ck i just can’t get enough
and if this all goes well, now what would happen to me?
and if my life goes black, would they pretend they knew me?
people die every day
but if i die tomorrow, i’mma die doin’ me
agh

[chorus: mello]

i stay ten toes down
ak-47 with 100 rounds
bullet casings h-t the ground
got me runnin’ and gunnin’ until the drum runs out (runnin’ and gunnin’ and runnin’ gunnin’ yeah)
f-ck who they want me to be
everybody’s just trying to get the best of me (best of me)
nothing good in life comes free, i keep runnin’ and runnin’ to keep my sanity (runnin’ gunnin’ yeah)

[verse 2: mello]

f-ck who they want me to be (f-ck)
i can’t live a lie, not that kind of guy (nah)
but f-ck with me, i keep you on your toes
peekin’ out the window for this dead eye
sippin’ gin and tonic, these b-tches gettin’ hypnotic
bubonic, i’m taking over this world like i’m robotic (uh)
like i bought it (yeah)
from a payless, they say that i can trust ‘em, thinking they should say less (woah)
i don’t put no trust in n-body, i’ll end up catching a body
i hate the feeling inside me when people say that they ridin’ but come to find out they lying, i go berserk without trying
i’m better off with n-body to confide in and now
an extrovert with an introvert mindset
play me like a b-tch, and expect to get your mind read
ay, who you think you’re f-cking with?
ak-47 gon’ get to busting quick
agh

[chorus: mello]

[instrumental interlude]

-gunshots-

[chorus: mello & trace.]

i stay ten toes down
-i put the brown bottle to my lips now-
ak-47 with 100 rounds
-and i’mma drink this sh-t until i p-ss out-
bullet casings h-t the ground
-and this the sh-t i promised that i’d never touch-
got me runnin’ and gunnin’ until the drum runs out (runnin’ and gunnin’ and runnin’ gunnin’ yeah)
-but this brown cup, f-ck i just can’t get enough-
f-ck who they want me to be
-i put the brown bottle to my lips now-
everybody’s just trying to get the best of me (best of me)
-and i’mma drink this sh-t until i p-ss out-
nothing good in life comes free
-and this the sh-t i promised that i’d never touch-
i keep runnin’ and runnin’ to keep my sanity
-but this brown cup, f-ck i just can’t get enough- (runnin’ gunnin’ yeah)

-gunshots-

- trace mello

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