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letra de two days after december - tt17

[intro]
“tt17! they don’t see your vision!”

[chorus]
n-n-no one there for me
it kinda hurts you never cared for me
throw a middle finger up in the air for me and glare for me
your panties?
drop a couple pairs for me and stare for me
i’ll never trust you again
i’ll never trust you again
we never ridin’ again
no one there for me
it kinda hurts you never cared for me
throw a middle finger up in the air for me and glare for me
your panties?
drop a couplе pairs for me and stare for me
i’ll nеver trust you again
i’ll never trust you again
we never ridin’ again
[verse 1]
this one hoe i messed with tried grabbin’ on my chain
she drove a little red honda, and also drove me insane
lookin’ at her texts and calls, it kind of brought me pain
but i’m risin’ above it!
i’ma rise above pain!
i was kinda down when i wrote this bit
they switch it up when they know you lit!
thirty grand, flex for the pic
let’s get a mask, my flow too sick
i’m ‘boutta be 19, i’m sick like the virus
she gave me a treat, like “why don’t you try this?”
a night to remember!
two days after december!

[chorus]
no one there for me
it kinda hurts you never cared for me
throw a middle finger up in the air for me and glare for me
your panties?
drop a couple pairs for me and stare for me
i’ll never trust you again
i’ll never trust you again
we never ridin’ again
no one there for me
it kinda hurts you never cared for me
throw a middle finger up in the air for me and glare for me
your panties?
drop a couple pairs for me and stare for me
i’ll never trust you again
i’ll never trust you again
we never ridin’ again
[verse 2]
my best friend once told me to take life day by day
up until this year, felt like i’m numbered on my days
was waitin’ for the phone call to walk up to heaven’s gates
was waitin’ for the day people would cry by my grave
and rejoice that i’m dead, i’m stuck in my head
i lay down and write and i’m stuck to my bed
but i’ll run it again, 310
pop out and drop out, she texts? i’ma send
i’ma give her a message, don’t care if i’m wrong
i go to the hood and they bumpin’ my songs
i’ll never smoke but they listen to me and they rip up my lyrics
like lyrics a bong!

- tt17

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