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letra de everything you want - whitney peyton

everything you want lyrics
[verse 1: whitney peyton]
i speak my mind, that’s a language that i’m fluent in
hip hop’s dead? guess i’m dancin’ in the ruins then
i been told i would never make it doin’ this
and everything i wanted was a product of my foolishness
can’t blame that i’ve blown all my relationships
only those who know me can understand what patience is
we’re just insane kids comin’ outta bas-m-nts
(?) rags to riches and i promise it won’t change sh-t
still the same chick, what do you want from me?
seems he can’t be happy until everything is gone from me
i sound like “woe is me”, sorry, i’m supposed to be
actin’ like i’m okay though i’m undone emotionally
untied, unraveled on the floor
with a white flag, can’t fight this battle anymore
keep my fears in the closet and my panic in the drawer
with noise in my brain causin’ static in my thoughts, peace

[chorus: whitney peyton and cryptic wisdom]
tell me what you expect of me
day after day i wreck the rhymes i supply you with
and night after night i’m still anxiety-stricken, so what?
and i will show you all i can be
i’m steady leapin’ every obstacle in front of me
yet i keep fallin’ short of everythin’ you wanna see
[verse 2: cryptic wisdom]
when i was young all i really ever wanted was rap
i gave it everything and only got a part of it back
everybody in my circle, they were callin’ me wack
i saw the pressure of the stardom and i started to crack
of all the facts, i learned from the endeavors, i yearned
to be competitive, earn my piece of cheddar
i knew no matter the burn, keep it together
in turn i’ll be forever impervious to the weather
so, what do you expect of me?
i was neglected and set to the side, if you respected me
you would eventually make an effort and f-ck with me
instead of you were lettin’ me stay together uncomfortably
and we are not up in the same league
yet i’m treated with no dignity, strip me of what i can be
i’m never lazy, i back what i say
with the facts and i still get an axe to the brain

[verse 3: whitney peyton]
i’m never runnin’ home like baseball players
with broken legs, i’m takin’ over ya facebook pages
and the whole net, dub p’s spray’s contagious
in a race to make it, all day i grace these pages
i’ma drop your opinion like a bad class
you broke my heart but i’m lucky ’cause it mends fast
i didn’t come out how you wanted, i can sense that
honestly, ya dead to me, yep, i really meant that

- whitney peyton

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