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letra de her problems - tsu surf

[verse 1]
pray for me, i be sinnin’
who cares when we been winnin’?
decided i should take the shot myself; john lennon
still trap, just keep it lower
ex b-tch still think i owe her
touchdown in cali, hit shortstop up like i need a blower
gettin’ f-ll-t–
went to school with her, this really just a phase she owe
that probably mean we made it though
they actin’ like i’m new to the town
textin’ my old teacher what i’d do to her now

[verse 2]
two b-tches: one had a heart, one was a smith n’
one i neglected, one i was grippin’
one was for barkin’, one was just b-tchin’
one got closer when it thickened
one was hittin’ that commitment
if i do commit, how she know what it feel like
when she get way more love
on social sites than in her real life?
bad enough to f-ck her raw
contemplatin’ and still might
i just gotta know what it feel like
dirk nowitzki with the same clique
scorin’ with the same team, shot got the same kick
up on a tuesday, but been up since friday
two friends, can’t choose, they suggestin’ ménages
we still trap without the dream
buncha b-tches, buncha guns: way more ratchets than i need
just somethin’ to smoke blunts with
she from chiraq, but go to rutgers out new brunswick
convo, […] made up in a condo
sometimes she get homesick, b-mp a lot of rondo
should see them thighs, back tatted, pair of eyes
her brother got cased up, her bio say “free the guys”
’cause she was with the shit
said her boyfriend was a hitter, and her boyfriend got hit
life divorced ’em, forced her to that abortion
but she in college, so it’s pros to that
same n-gg- that held her down can’t hold her back
yeah, it’s love, but that came with a kid
no school, minimum wage, and all of the above

[bridge]
just vibin’, kush blunts
starin’ at the ceiling, takin’ in all of her problems
just vibin’, kush blunts
starin’ at the ceiling, takin’ in all of her problems

[verse 3]
p-ss the blunt back, tell me what her hug like
say sometime she think about
what that baby would’ve looked like
d-mn, so everybody got demons
she had nightmares, i’m sittin’ daydreamin’
don’t trust n-gg-s so she m-st-rb-t-
turn her blunt down, she had enough, she got cl-ss at 8
i’m about to slide, shawty

- tsu surf

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