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letra de undercovers - wearejoel

so silly when she walk around, lingerie living watch her walk it out
the sun is shining through the window panes, the bed is soft ain’t much to talk about
under covers keep ident-ties concealed as we discover each other we share our stories for real
i told her i was a libra my scales are keeping me here
she told me she was a cancer her mother got it for real
told her that i was sorry, she told me keep the apology
it was never my fault that her mother caught that lobotomy
look inside of her eyes the pain is plain in her sight
took a hold of my hand and closed her blinds to the light
asked her about those time she had with her in her life
my mind just could remind, looked up and with a sigh
said she was only five when her father told her it was fine
she don’t remember her laugh only the sound when she cried, can’t remember her face only the mask when she died
she called her father a liar and from that day she would try
to get away from this guy
i think his name was -sshole, and ever since she’s trying to hit up that fast forward
the past is right but the present is where we lie the truth is under these covers move my hands to her thighs we both inside of each other she got on top for the time share our life for this moment we here for the ride

uh, so silly when she walk around
lingerie living watch her walk it out
the sun is shining through the window panes
the bed is soft ain’t much to talk about
under covers keep ident-ties concealed
as we discover each other we share our stories for real
we both inside of each other she got on top for the time
share our life for this moment we here for the ride

turning on to her side she asked me about my life
like why am i a rapper whats the reason that i rhyme?
told her my life poetic and it was meant to be shared
keeping it to myself is a detriment to my peers
when did my father leave
i told her he never did but i used to feel so distant it’s like i was never his
what about the drugs did i push or pull on the weed?
told her i never sold it but the lift was what i need
she told me that i was scrawny a thug i never could say
a gangster is not the image that i was trying to portray
confusion was quite amusing her mind was stuck on the game
it’s not about what you saw it’s about what i say
see lying will never be a part of my booth
i’m a lyricist out of brooklyn girl that’s the truth
you see i am a human conflicted with real emotions and my lowest was when i noticed that music was my focus
one day i saw a train and that was where i would die
she told me that she was sorry i said don’t apologize
it was never your fault i almost did suicide
but i won’t wish on anyone that’s the reason i rhyme
told her my past was tough but the present is where we lie
the truth is under these covers move my hands to her thighs
we both inside of each other she got on top for the time
share our life for this moment we here for the ride

- wearejoel

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