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letra de colores - wafflejax

[intro]
(yeah)
godd-mn (yeah)
ayy factory, we really on a high class beat right now, for real
(yeah-yeah, one two, one two, yeah-yeah)
we gotta treat this sh-t with delicacy (rest in peace the angel)
(let’s go, j dilla, wafflejax, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(yeah)

[verse]
all i’m hearing’s a lot of ra-ra-ra, i know it’s my job
to stay a hunnid with my character and do no más
f-ck all that extra sh-t, my dogs got no bark
they get it poppin’ like july 4, blunts gon’ spark
right to the face, i’m probably sippin’ on a gallon of agua
i display, all the talent i’m masterin’, doin’ nada
rocked the stage, see the face that my mama makin’ hеr prouder
every day, puffin’ weed ’cause all my thoughts been gеttin’ louder
i’ma play, every move with intelligence, i’m a chess piece
standin’ on my chestpiece
dyin’ with this quote up on my body i’m addressing
the world is yours, just be yourself, who you impressing?
homie need some self reflecting
i wanted you back in the beginning
attached, i really meant it
i acted, never thinkin’ ’bout the future consequences
you stabbed me, back bleedin’
this rap sh-t do the healin’
put peroxide on my deep cuts, i feel it leakin’
[pre-chorus]
accusations was made
had to put you in check
both of us would complain, but then you came for my neck
if you willin’ to blame it’s ’cause you feelin’ the guilt
i really lost myself and all that love that we built
but it was destined for an ending like this
i promise i write this with genuine mention and raw intention
i tried to fight this, my feelings won’t let go
woke up the next morning and it’s all gone

[chorus]
yeah, a lot of f-ckin’ up
a lot of growin’ up
a lot of the f-ck sh-t, never got to patch it up
a lot of rollin’ up
a lot of smokin’ up
now i’m headin’ to the club, henny, ’bout to pour it up
yeah, shawty tore it up
yeah, shawty tore it up
vip on my lonely, probably roll me another one
yeah, shawty tore it up
yeah, shawty tore it up
really tore my heart apart, end result, i’m f-cked up

[outro]
colors of you (yeah-yeah)
(yeah, shawty tore it up, yeah, shawty tore it up)
that sh-t black as f-ck
(yeah, bottles in the club, now i’m lonely on my vip, you know what’s up, yeah-yeah)
a lil’ red, whatever represent the devil, motherf-cker
(chaos, b-tch)
(episode one, chaos in this motherf-cker, haha)

- wafflejax

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