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letra de hardy boys feat. fābō - wéye

[intro]
yagatomo
uh, uh, yo

[verse 1: wéye]
kick it with my brother like my name is jeff hardy
they don’t wanna see me b like cardi
don’t hug me i’m not the nicest
touch isnt midas
trapped with these vices
lose my grip quick, taking a hold
can’t let me go, they all want my soul
i’m feeling whole again, i feel whole
somehow they know again and they know
can’t put a price on sh-t that i’ve done
lives that i’ve touched my ego’s a crutch
i’m just a vessel fill me with love
i’ll pour it back a gold solo cup
sinking in quicksand pass me a spliff
rise above problems my perspective
so reflеctive of my collective
squad i rеp is
calm collected

[chorus]
i been in my bag, in my feelings
you my blood you my n-gga
he a opp imma get him then
better than a queen she healer
we alright man we chilling
it’s a opp, imma let him live
i been in my bag, in my feelings
you my cuh you my n-gga
he a opp imma get him then
better than a queen she healer
we alright man we chilling
it’s a opp, imma let him live
[verse 2: wéye]
stuck together for worse or for better
under the weather you might need a lever to pry us apart
still has a piece of my heart, i write her these letters
send em to heaven
the courier a jet setter
i’m settling scores
setting some trends, they ready for war
sending threats
claim every bullet like it’s an award
hold it with pride
when i move it’s like tectonic slides
i know they feel me on the other side
otherwise
refrain from addressing these passive aggressive negative messages
step into my world i know you’re hesitant
peddle back, back tracking on the pavement jack
you ain’t made it to the welcome mat
face the facts
no cappuccino in my café
glass of vinho on a bad day
cabernet to be specific
no sommelier training
feigning
my shadow boxing got ’em flinching baby
i made my way out to the weigh in
[hook]
i been in my ba-
(this the hook right here)
and the champions, who made their triumphant return to wwe last night at wrestlemania… please welcome the new world tag team champions, the hardy boyz!

[verse 3: fābō]
(ayy)
i bundle up, tryna get toasty
walking to work tryna shield from the burlington coast
i get offered a ride but i mostly decline ’cause i’m scared that the folks wanna know me
they think i’m polite and they right but they never see me less i’m hunting for dinner
if they think that this food that they cooking means that i’m submitting, i would rather it choke me
i would rather it end me, before i let these crackers think that this n-gga friendly
if someone took a picture and sent it to one of my n-ggas they’d probably resent me
this the sh-t that i’m thinking while forking down chicken that’s supposed to be bland and unseasoned
we discussing our health and impeachment
i’m there stressing for no rhyme or reason
’cause these people are perfectly pleasant
i’m programmed to think that’s a jaded aesthetic
i might as well just sleep with a cop
i stare at the salad, they talk about reddit and stocks
i try not to think in a box
i’m tryna connect why i’m privileged to be in this spot
some homies still live with they pops, aeons away tryna strap a canoe to a dock
been tryna make sense of this mess, so put some respect, on all my perspectives
these days i been so self-reflective, tryna make sure i don’t come off depressive
tryna make sure my aura protected, sacrificing got my peoples neglected
but i can’t let my cause be effected
if you ain’t get a message my boy that’s a message
i can’t just give up my time, or give out free verses i gotta be very selective
i just can’t play with the name, i see some n-ggas switching lanes, that sh-t was expected
look at this sh-t like a game, some n-ggas break records, while others can’t find a connection
think it’d be best if
i stay true to my brother and keep it cool calm and collected
[chorus: fābō]
i been in my bag, in my feelings
you my blood you my n-gga
he a opp imma get him then
better than a queen, she a healer
we alright man we chilling
see a opp, should i let him live
i been in my bag, in my feelings
you my blood you my n-gga
he a opp imma get him then
living out the dream with my n-ggas
we alright man we chilling
see a opp, i can’t let him live
i can’t let him live
i can’t let him live

- weye

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