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letra de drunk punch - trapo

[intro]
watchin’ through the window
i see everything that i could ever want, want
everyone around me is flawless

[verse 1]
tensions runnin’ high, decisions altered by the drugs
no respect ever given and we greet n-ggas with mugs
hate to feel unforgiven
it would save my mental cellar but i’m tryin’ to forget it
battling my demons, all i’m left with is these st-tches, uh
trying not to itch ’em, uh, wounds of a villian
tryna change god’s guilt in the pain, in the fame
for the kid ain’t that descriptive, tuck a forty, let it sink in
slave to a vixen, if i pen it, it’s to pay rent
days spent, fearin’ about shadows in the dark
and this ain’t for the weak-hearted, they keep trying to harm me
i walk from the apartment (stop)
n0body understands me
too cold to speak to you with my hand out ’cause it’s sickles on my soul
it ain’t quite time to flip though, right
we ain’t satisfied the same
i was creepin’ with the broad while you change your last name
this a jack move n-gga, get back, move n-gga, this a tantrum
mood swing, catch one, dodge it, next one
n-gga this a jack move, this a get back move
right now, hands up, would you put your hands up?
right now, hands up, hands up, hands up
n-gga this a jack move, move ’til we catch one

[interlude]
watchin’ through the window
i see everything that i could ever want, want
everyone around me is flawless
why i can’t be like them all the time?
you know what?

[verse 2]
you know what f-ck, that chain and them strings
you been buyin’, that range you been drivin’, amazed
you been wining and dining, on planes you been flying
on same more than i been on, but i walk by innocent
that’s cool, forever posing stoic when you make a move
you go up afraid to bruise, it’s showin’
n-gga

[refrain]
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, quite time to flip, yet
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah

[verse 3]
i don’t need help, though i could use a hand
in desperate need of a cure
try not to blam at the wall
try not to blam at myself, that’s so immature
try not to panic at all

[refrain]
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time, nah

[chorus]
on the edge, on the edge of this cliff with this fifth in my hand
finally convinced that this life don’t mean sh-t, my genetics to fail
20 years old and exposed for the artist, i hate all that time that i spent ditching cl-ss
came back to bite me, and bad
i can’t buy sh-t, i can’t get by with a p-ss
cuffs on my wrist ’cause these black skin and badges don’t mix

[refrain]
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, t-te quime to flip, yet
trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah
trouble on my mind, trouble on my mind, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah
trouble on my mind, it ain’t t-te quime to flip, it ain’t quite time to flip, yet, nah

- trapo

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