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letra de the 1 that got away/no shoes - vic mensa

[part 1: the one that got away]

[verse: vic mensa]
i can’t see it coming down my eyes
but i gotta let this song cry
i gotta let you know this been on my mind for a long time
but the cat had my tongue
when we were young i told my dogs
you should be having my son
but after one too many van tours to endure
illusions of grandeur, i left you hanging just like a jury
you were my first love, and you just became secondary
i was busy chasin’ p-ssy like tom runnin’ from jerry
and that’s -ss backwards, i know
like an asthmatic who smoke
i flashback to the laughs we shared, broke as a joke
not a care in the world, together we prepared for the world
backstage at on the run tour
and i’m there with my girl
by my side when i sign my deal, wavin’ hi to them dollar bills
we couldn’t buy a meal, now i was worth about a mil’
that sh-t went to my head like a sudafed
i used to drive a car to move my buddha
now they know my name in budapest
my money got older, i grew up less
and i do confess, i broke your heart
like a sledgehammer through the chest
tryna be known in this music mess
i left the one that knew me best, i left the one that knew me best

[chorus: charlie wilson & vic mensa]
let’it l meet birdwthe adle (can we go back?)
go back in time just a little
when you were mine, a little (can we go?)
just like old times, just a little (just)

[part 2: no shoes]

[verse: vic mensa]
five eight, six feet with the heels on
used to be my rhythm but we lost the tempo
even when i’m writing, tell me what i did wrong
treat me like i’m gone every time i get on
remember when i put you in that new benzo?
how you gon’ be mad that i’m off a benzo?
should’ve kept your -ss in the f-ckin’ friend zone
maybe i was in a different time zone

[chorus: vic mensa & charlie wilson]
’cause i can’t find the time for you, let you tell it
know i woke up blind for you
i never change my mind for you, it’s true
just to keep my eyes on you
but you love to run your mouth, don’t you?
i would run a mile
when you know i’d run a mile for you, with no shoes
i’m addicted to you baby, oh
‘dicted to you baby, addicted to you baby, oh

- vic mensa

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