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letra de song cry/thank you - widnick

[part i: song cry]

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah (bonsoir)
yuh, yuh, uh (yeah, what’s up y’all, what’s up)
uh, yuh (we need to focus on the light)

[chorus]
do me a favor and let the song cry (yeah)
the world is heavy but my palms dry
momma face don’t look the same
and i know why
been shaving time off the calendar
like it was on my jaw line

[verse]
uh, no more what if’s, i had to clear the bag
what was meant to be had was already had
ungrateful hands never notice
rubbing mines like i’m birman when i’m focused
drawing from the golden
rules once applied meant to be broken
rеspect don’t come ’til you sign the bottom of that notе slip
we know this, for those devoted
or dosing off high dosages
i’m sending condolences
to soldiers who lost control of this
showing love not just for showmanship
showing you what’s in my heart regardless of the clothes pin
keeping things closed in
out the box, can never really tell where i’m going
so many towels thrown in
it hurts my heart to recognize who once owned them
i kneel down, bow my head
pray you find peace in the moment
lease ends in may, least we can do is move forward
it never jumps at you, you gotta jump towards it
jumpman logo, reach for the sky and crease my air forces
release some endorphins
could have slit the wire and left my circuitry dormant
instead the circuit keeps rolling in circular motions
roaring like the twenties with fortune
i’m fortunate for the now
but wanna make tomorrows grow enormous, yeah
[chorus]
do me a favor and let the song cry
the world is heavy but my palms dry
momma face don’t look the same
and i know why
been shaving time off the calendar
like it was on my jaw line

[outro]
lettin’ time fly
lettin’ time fly
it don’t mean nothin’ about whether i make money or not
i’m in it for the art form
i’m not only a rapper, i’m a poet and i’m a philosopher
’cause i study my trade to the utmost
and not only my trade, i study life and i study people to the utmost
and that’s what makes not a good rapper but the greatest rapper
which is only something that i can only be

[part ii: thank you]

[verse]
uh, before you came into the picture
i sat in a room, with a pen and a paper
computer desk, filled with bootlegs
ripped off the internet, next to it
was my tan dresser
television and a gaming system
couldn’t afford any more games
besides the one that came with it for christmas
would of been smarter not to get it
but for me, moms will put it on credit
work those double shifts
so she can pay it off before it hits interest
before you know it
we right back in that vicious cycle just spinning
like the cd-r disc in my boombox
that holds a special place in my heart
soon as the beat drops
i transport somewhere entirely different
listen, the engine cuts off
and i’m just caught floating along like an astronaut
observing, holding up a graph
keeping track off all the patterns and rhythms
connecting dots and feeling something special
but all my folks hear is explicit words and gibberish
i hear a mad scientist dropping gems
even if s-x, drugs and violence in the mix
god can disagree with me
but for me, this is heaven-sent
but for me, this is heaven-sent
[outro]
uh, thank you
thank you, thank you

- widnick

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