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letra de jesus crusteezus - wally overstreet

i’m stayin up late
tryna calm down the brain
right now i just gotta say
i miss you
what’s been goin on lately
i miss talkin face to face
why you movin state to state
we both got lost in the rat race

all this money i been saving
cause i been workin every day
tryna keep a check paid
takin losses on the way
it’s down the drain, but i’m okay
i’ll make it back a bit later
later on you wanna hang
microphone, playin games
cause it’s a quarantine, at home we’re stayin
more of me time every day
wake up early, stay up late
i’ll get some sleep when i die someday

look, look – wait a minute, look
it not about bottles you poppin
its all about money you keep in your pocket
but if you got cash and bottles
then pop out a bottle and make a deposit
it ain’t about what you get from the world
but what it can get from you
i’m keepin it real with my girl
and i’m learnin some gratitude, yeah
i’m not tryna monologue on a b-tch
& i ain’t f-ckin no side chick
the only side thang wally really even needs
is another f-ckin side dish
maybe a near death experience
whats it like on the other side
does the afterlife exist
can she still make me her b-tch

well prob’ly not
what if all of us are drops in a pot
what if consciousness is bytes in a box
maybe everything i think i know is really not
but like, jesus crust–zus i hope i’m wrong
cause she’s throwin her thong on the floor
poppin her top off, got bottles to pour
how could there be more
more on the other side
so death baby, don’t come knockin at my door
no, no
death baby don’t come
don’t come knockin at my door, door
no, no
oh, oh yeah

look, look
it’s not about bottles you poppin
its all about money you keep in your pocket
but if you got bottles and cash
then pop out a bottle and make a deposit
it ain’t about what you can get from the world
but what it can get from you
i’m keepin it real with my girl
and i’m learnin some gratitude, yeah
i ain’t tryna monologue on a b-tch
& i ain’t f-ckin no side chick
only side thang wally really even needs
is another f-ckin side dish
maybe a near death experience
whats it like on the other side
does the afterlife exist
can she still make me her b-tch

well prob’ly not
what if all of us are just drops in a pot
what if consciousness is bytes in a box
maybe everything i think i know is really not
but like, jesus crust–zus i hope i’m wrong

- wally overstreet

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