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letra de die a happy man - tuka

[verse 1]
real life ain’t nothing like a movie
truly, before i make mind
imma puff another dooby and take five
rub up your mothers booty, suck a couple b00bies
and die a happy man
real life ain’t nothing like they say it is
that’s why i rap like i’m on some escape that sh-t
use my poems to communicate with aliens
hijack a ufo and die a happy man
real life ain’t about a revolution
or any movement that tells you how you’re meant to do this
i got this proof
it’s forgetter medicine, it helps me pretend
john lennon was a president that died a happy man
real life don’t care if you’re ignorant to the factory
calling me wack? so go ahead son
start ignoring the rant and talk your sh-t back homie
i ain’t concerned

[hook 1 jane tyrrell]
you can expect what you will
just for thrill
but i don’t care, no no
you can say what you like
you can hate me in spite
but i don’t care, no no
[jane & tuka]
you can ask me all day
i ain’t gonna sway
cause i don’t care, no no
so don’t tell me your deal
just, show me your real
cause i don’t care, no no

[verse 2]
real life don’t care for your opinion’s, your minion’s
for instance, it’s like “shut the f-ck up
or work on keeping it brief”, but see
these words are my freedom of speech
and this verse is my reason to speak
before i cease to exist
i got my feet on this earth
so imma use a day to soothe the pain
until i’m deep in the dirt
so when i’m layed out, cruising away
you can take a seat in a he-rs- and choose to say
i died a happy man

[hook 2 tuka & jane]
(some day’s)
i don’t give a f-ck about nothing
(yeah your daddy ripped you, some days)
i don’t give a f-ck about nothing
(your mother ain’t good looking, some days)
i don’t give a f-ck about nothing
i spend all my time bluffing
don’t get me wrong i’m just like you
trying to find out what the h-ll is going on

[hook 3 tuka] x2
and on and on and on on
on and on and on, yeah
what’s going on and on and on and on on
on and on and on

[hook 1]

[hook 4]
see me up on my feet
just trying to dance a little
too drunk to speak
you see me p-ssing out
out on my porch, maybe i forgot my keys
but why we’re all playing cool
they call me a fool
that’s probably true
but if, you say i’m a monster, why
would i play the imposter i
i’ve got nothing to prove

du dee dum dum duh dah dum [x2]
no i don’t care

- tuka

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