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letra de stranger things - vcon (rap)

[chorus]
lotta people would expect me to fold
put it on my granny so you know i won’t
forever be real, we won’t ever fold
my wrist it be ice, but my heart is cold
heart so cold i be changing the season
my mama left without a reason
smoke a blunt ‘cuase that’s how i’m grievin’
take the drugs to hide from my demons
i got girls in all sorts of regions
but my ex, she f-cked up my feelings
lowkey wish i never shared my secrets
used to rock af1s with the creases
got a walk-in closet full of louis fleeces
i stay blessed with the crosses on my earrings
new foreign chick, and she ain’t know no english
i ain’t got time for any of these b-tches

[verse]
i don’t need your presence, i’m vibin’
remember where you came from you side ting
you be losin’, and i be winnin’
i’m a team player and i ain’t tryna be no king
if i need some sh-t done i could pull some strings
lotta strange sh-t goin’ on, stranger things
pray to god everyday that he clears my sins
road to h-ll is paved with good intentions
i be somewhere else in other dimensions
people hear my music and say it’s impressive
to be honest i’m just tryna send y’all a message
few n-ggas talk, they do without knowledge
if you got both yo’ parents you privileged
but i don’t and that’s why i’m different
sh-tty past but i’m still determined
but i’m still determined

[pre-chorus]
think you big, but you is a vermin
cut beats, i’m a f-ckin’ word surgeon
they think i’m doin’ bad yeah they certain
but i’m in the studio just workin’

[chorus]
lotta people would expect me to fold
put it on my granny so you know i won’t
forever be real, we won’t ever fold
my wrist it be ice, but my heart is cold
heart so cold i be changing the season
my mama left without a reason
smoke a blunt ‘cuase that’s how i’m grievin’
take the drugs to hide from my demons
i got girls in all sorts of regions
but my ex, she f-cked up my feelings
lowkey wish i never shared my secrets
used to rock af1s with the creases
got a walk-in closet full of louis fleeces
i stay blessed with the crosses on my earrings
new foreign chick, and she ain’t know no english
i ain’t got time for any of these b-tches

[outro]
i ain’t got time for these b-tches, yeah
they got me crossin’ over bridges
out in la, i’m hittin’ switches
my new designer man, it got some illness

- vcon rap

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