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letra de who got the answers - ty farris

another day another question
who got the answers?
so many question marks
[verse 1:]
it’s like a carnival with the riddler
sipping cheap liquor hear whispers from my liver
‘member seeing my mom shake didn’t understand the jitters
ask why you don’t stop drinking she said she never been a quitter
how i survived through the pain why was i so lucky?
please don’t judge me for these beautiful bars i lived ugly
young with a gun , project boys tried to jump me
they had knives for the fight that was child’s play to a chucky
some say i’m slept on, but my bank account likе the way in
a brave pen vulnеrable verses i let my pain win
nights at the days in my line of work no vacations
it’s like my dreams was directed by wes craven
what you craving, dime dope dealers that wanna rap
or paint the glory and all the obstacles that come with that ?
my music, you need to run it back t’s dope like a junkie’s track
stretch your ex on the bed like she laying down doing a jumping jack

[hook:]
2x another day, another question
who got the answers?
is it the man in the clouds?
maybe the bottom of a bottle
only thing i’m gonna follow is my heart through the dark
stay paranoid with question marks
[verse 2:]
no microwave raps had hot pockets with the heat
and i don’t trust b-tches it’s like bill cosby with your drinks
how y’all fall for the pictures? the angles so deceiving
your brain misreading the algorithms evil g*nius
i’m being shoppin 30 k cash at the down payment
for the wave i’m groundbreaking hot half of these clowns hating
from a dark alley in detroit with a black clouds raining
behind the dumpster a kid found satan on the ground praying
all i do is solve problems i’m a problem solver
gold chains hang one foot south is a small revolver
how they question my intentions. hear the motive in my lyrics
i’m helping artists get motion in the trenches for those who listen
street magician disappear with n-ggas b-tches
they ask how i write so well i said i really had to live it
on the road to the gold life inflicted a lot of tickets
pay your toll and pray your soul can handle the cost of living

- ty farris

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