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letra de bugatti wishes/ changes - truthcity

ohhhh
ohhhh
ohhhh
oh no oh no no
ohhhh
ohhhh
ohhhh

(verse)
i just left the bank and withdrew all my funds
got bills i gotta pay, i’m runnin’ on the sun
i can barely stay awake, i’m sleepin’ sittin’ up
stomach tellin’ me to eat but this sh-t gotta last a month
i’m past due on my rent, my landlord don’t want me here
everytime he’s in the building, i try not to be here
my girl live in atlanta so i never get to see her
she promise she not cheatin’, guess i believe her
outside of this train station askin’ anyone who see me
to swipe me through the train because i can’t afford a weekly
and i’m starvin’
and my job keep on callin’
swear to god if they fire me man i’ma f-ckin’ rob em’
hahaha, i’m not jokin’ though
mind on this music sh-t cus i ain’t trynna be broke no more
tired of buying loosies from this mothaf-ckin’ corner store

(hook)
sometimes i dream that jay would pick me up and sign me
sometimes i wish this honda, it was a new bugatti
i wish i wasn’t broke, sometimes i wish i had some money
i wish i was rich and everything was lovely

changes

(verse 1)
these my couch raps, my broke flows
that crowded bus that i rode home
that metro card with no rides on it
that old honda my n-gga drove
that one room that we both shared
that leather couch we slept on
it’s been 4 years since i ate good
4 years since i left home
you know, met friends, lost some, fall outs but that’s ancient
but i’ll take the blame if there’s bad blood, i was immature and impatient
did some growin’ up and i’m still growin’
couple set back but i’m still going
its not over, i’m still starvin’, i’m still young and i still want it
workin’ part time, f-ckin’ cashier, seen some n-ggas i knew
who doin’ way better, behind the register trynna make an excuse
for why the f-ck i haven’t got signed
hear the pain in all of my lies
smilin’ like it was all good but i came home and cried
yea i came home and cried
life’s short, if it ends tomorrow wanna do more than say that i tried
i heard it all just takes time and the way out will always be through
with my faith in tact, i give it all that’s left for these dreams i’m trynna make true

(verse 2)
couple blog hits, few million views, my boys hype but i care less
cus that’s short lived, that’s fake fame, deep down i know i ain’t there yet
unsatisfied, discontent, cus i want more and this isn’t it
my hopes high, i made progress, but deep inside there’s an emptiness
will i make it…. i’m not sure
that’s what i’m thinkin’ as i stare at this eviction note on my door
these dreams costin’ me time, these dreams costin’ me tears
i wonder if fate will overshadow all of the hard work that i did
remember last year i said next year, then next year i said this year
now this year, i’m like next year, wonder if next year i’ll be still here
still here in this position, that one chance, did i miss it
unfortunate when your dreams just don’t pan out how you vision
but if i make it out i’ll tell the story how tragedy can be turned to glory
i’ll slang these kids that real sh-t and let my tale be my allegory
if you believe in god then you trust em’
no doubts and no questions
not sure how this will play out, but f-ck it man here goes nothing

- truthcity

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