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letra de alibi - tuka

[hook]
if you’re gonna lie you better bring your alibi
or she ain’t gonna hear you out
she just ain’t gonna hear you out, no
and if you’re gonna love her then love her
but you gotta start hangin’ around, yeah
you gotta start hangin’ around

[verse 1]
i am that b-st-rd son of a b-tch
hardened fibs cover my lips
whatchin’ p-ss drunk
i’m stumblin’ in, cussin’ a bit, dusty as sh-t
heart strings still stinging from that lover i miss
i can’t stomach the pain i’m strugglin’ with
it’s f-ckin’ insane, i love her to death
let’s talk taboos
i am that monster under the bed
you can dump me in a ditch
take a gun to my head
from monday to sunday
the mundane smothers my breath
some say you must stay
to summon the strength
i’ve come to confess
i’m ugly and unkempt
troubled, distressed
totally messed up
on the hunt for the fresh
i didn’t mean flesh
comfortably numb
between a set of stranger honey bee br–sts
yo nothin’ beats s-x when nothing means much
under seige for another eve

[hook]

[bridge]
i like it when you dance, i like you when you smile
how’d you get so good at life, my love?
stepping up, you’ve been going hard
how come you’re so nice to everyone?

[verse 2]
i am the victim of my own undoing
he who shot himself in the foot
another f-ckwit human
with some dumb stupid stuck to me
he who forgot to read the stories you tell in the books
she tried to teach me how to be humble
i blew it
couldn’t listen to the cues, too busy with the blues
now there’s no aphrodisiac like my memories
and some fb pictures of you
and i can feel it like a kick in the tooth
i miss you more than i was thinking i would
i hope the life you’ve been living is good
i still love you more than i reckon i should
so what’s up in your neck of the hood?
so i used to call you in the morn
i don’t call you anymore
those days are done for
still, here i am
the smallest violin known to man
plays me to your ears when you hear my jam
it goes

[hook (x2) + bridge]

[outro]
lookin’ all the time
how do you find the time for my love?
i’ve been at your gate, i’ve been acting strange
it’s my bad and not your fault, my love

- tuka

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