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letra de groove - vhs

[intro]
hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, woo, yeah

[verse 1: jorge vidrio]
i’d like to say a good bye
to a good nights sleep
and all my friends and family that still believe in me
it’s hard to get a piece of this [?]
to my old home with busted springs and mattresses
and stains i can’t remember
making tv dinners every night
i stare at the ceiling wasting time
fantasizing ’bout the days i left behind, the days i get to shine, i can’t lie
if i was still the me that felt this free to make thе sh-tty trap beats and rap all the obscenitiеs
if i could say sorry
i would or i wouldn’t, i don’t know
if it seems like i don’t care it’s ’cause i probably don’t
if i need anything it’s probably the screw i left at home
but i can’t go back, i can’t go back
i can’t say sorry, cause it takes a man to make it right
i never liked the idea of staying tongue-tied
the past is just as uncertain as what the future hides
’cause you can’t go back, you can’t go back, you can’t go back
(back, back, back)

[chorus: renzo]
maybe i might drop dead, singing this song
i can’t keep hold of my breath
it might be in the back of my twin sized bed waiting to be left on read
i hope it happens when i’m too tired to rest and too restless to move ahead
i don’t want to think at all there’s no point in remembering
because you can’t go back, you can’t go back, you can’t
[verse 2: franklin]
tired, i’m tired, i’m up every night and every night another fight
let’s see who on the bracket
i think about my minutes like 60 times a minute and it always got sh-t buggin’ in my ear but i sip down some baileys
seem like i’m never breathing now
what i’m even dreaming bout
all the sh-t that made me how i am
made a [?]
my family fragmented and my brother locked in prison
now he wrote a co, [?], so f-ck that correction help
i’m down, i’m down, i’m up, for whatever runnin’ blind
wasting time changing faces to cater
nowadays nothing can sway or pay my brain to pull me over
my body couldn’t [?] pushed down on paper
woe is me and you and they and we
all i ever see
is [?] to my head, posing actually stressed
half my dinners a mess, alone the [?]
and if it helps i put it all, put it all, in the [?]
[?] (1, 2, 3, oh)

[chorus: renzo]
maybe i might drop dead, singing this song
i can’t keep hold of my breath
it might be in the back of my twin sized bed waiting to be left on read
i hope it happens when i’m too tired to rest and too restless to move ahead
i don’t want to think at all there’s no point in remembering
because you can’t go back, you can’t go back, you can’t
[verse 3: renzo]
[?], you living, you barely see me beyond the screen
how’s o doing, i hope he accomplished his dreams
everything hes wanted since arguments with his parents, see
this fine, tears crying, no good man to fester me
i’m the same d-mn kid that you saw back in high school
loud mouth, big head, acting like a d-mn fool
struggling with image, but he knew to play it off cool
mask on he’s ignant, take it off and hes a d-mn tool
but yo, i kinda miss him sometimes
ninth grade, [?], felt like that was my prime
every talent show, concert, felt so sublime
but now i get the feelings to not have to say goodbye
alive, to cry, and with me till i end my life
but hey i think i did pretty good being given the time
stayed in the lines for the most part but i stopped to find
that every single thing in life isn’t meant to shine, uh
(1, 2, 3, oh)

- vhs

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