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letra de not the same - tyler tims

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[chorus]
f-ck the lies that you tell me
yeah we working for a grammy
sage green, money scheme
we’ve been always bout the cheddar wow
catch me writing letters
keep my synonyms together
me n you,-plus the weather
i don’t know,-nothing better

[hook]
watch for birds they be squealing
chill ima get it
bills, i be spending
people die
people k!llin
this the world that we live in
roll
catch a feeling
post?
i be in it
ten toes don’t be tripping now

[post-hook]
baby whats the word
grew up in the south
now i’m living in the burbs
shades on my face
when i pull up to the curb
things ain’t the same
i think back
i feel worse
give me slack
thats a first
time to pack
want a purse
louis bag maybe burg-
undy black
keep my pain up in that
please don’t stain
got no hoes, in my phone
got some goals, to be made
fill the void
not the same
pick a choice
not the same

[verse 1]
i put my passion over actions
no guilt ain’t building up distraction
i throw
my sage into profits
want my family have some options
i thank lord god i’m alive
put my pride to side
got some bigger things to fry
when i need help, i’m in the sky
but i got my poncho you puta
that rain ain’t nothing i told ya
we been bout the waves don’t you get
working on my cross, don’t you slip
want more than ice on my wrist
i’ve been off my sh-t i’ve been p-ssed, i’m a need some cribs for my kids
and i ain’t talking bout bibs
the systems panelled
don’t panic
they throw some dirt so we frantic
just get that cash and you’ll manage
i freeze, smile for the camera
my thoughts worth more than a phantom
got no b-tch in my mentions, i’m only talking bout pensions
they dip out fore’ the message
but they gone come with questions
i don’t
respond to bullsh-t
i know
time is an essence
i take my knowledge and bend it
its all a blur
chemicals on my tounge thats forsure
oh you hate me? f-ck you pay me, what’s your word

[post-hook]
baby whats the word
grew up in the south
now i’m living in the burbs
shades on my face
when i pull up to the curb
things ain’t the same
i think back
i feel worse
give me slack
thats a first
time to pack
want a purse
louis bag maybe burg-
undy black
keep my pain up in that
please don’t stain
got no hoes, in my phone
got some goals, to be made
fill the void
not the same
pick a choice
not the same

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