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letra de god talking - van buren records

make mistakes now learn from it
made your bed now lay in it
grew up around respect my daddy told me don’t you play that sh-t
you said you a man about your word
you better keep that sh-t
and if he real you can tell by his weaknesses
we smell the bullsh-t through your fragrances
only me and god know about the life i live
my pockets gaining weight and i ain’t even sell my soul for it
i’m on a dinner date she showing me her cleavages
f-ck this food up on the table rather eat your sh-t
excuse me for my explicitness
i just got some tender lips
say how i feel imma man i never bite my lips
say how i feel they mistake this sh-t for arrogances
i would have more friends if i kept playing fair and sh-t
meech told me get em
so l got em
it’s funny how i see with my f-cking close eye lids
it’s funny how the devil test you when you so solid
i tried to keep the peace
but really i just cope to violence
smack a n-gga in his face the world would be a better place for real
excuse my french that’s god talking
excuse my french that’s god talking
excuse my french that’s god talking
excuse my french
that’s god talking to me
i know my greed won’t let me down
been feeling more lonely
i’m like a club promoter trying to get the b-tches in
i write letters to the fam for the sh-t i missed
knowing this music sh-t i love
gone in a blip
most days i feel pressure
i started to sip
see this chip on my shoulder
will show you my grit
get a grip on all my b-tches
they started to dip
showed my spirit in the flesh
they questioned what is
most the thoughts in my mind
come from my bed
i understand how sleep is the cousin of death
fat ass, nice t–th, go show me them br–sts
i know l-st is a form of relieving your stress
i would say some wild sh-t
i’m just checking the temp
praying we work on our set
road touring and sh-t
what’s life without a slice of the devil’s pie
got to sin, learn some lessons
know there’s different sides
speaking truth still selling
this ain’t different times
we just trying to fit an image
boxed up in a lie
it’s been 27 years
i figured my why
knowing you don’t know
the first step to being more wise
was feeling so so
my passion was starting to die
i figure it’s time
to focus on mind
revealing my truth
uniting with vibes
i struggle with pain
these moments i sigh
i see signs and i surely know there’s differences
promise to myself i can’t be named on prescription lists
drugged through the wringer
surely ready for more
i can’t trust you with my gift
them numbers funky my boy
i ain’t coy
i love being cordial
hate the business talk
people love to keep it formal
they want to take it all
let you keep your chain
p-wn that sh-t once you flop
can we not n-gga
can we not
huh

- van buren records

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