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letra de without you - fatgums remix - working klass klassy

[verse 1]:
a mind with so much beauty has a mental war//
and i’m trying to be content, that’s what i am aiming for//
but my sun, my sun-shines when i look at you//
i find comfort in my yellow when i’m feeling blue//
they like heavy chains//
i’ll rock my tourmaline//
sometimes i radiate like amethyst you look for me//
sometimes i need my medicine constructing energy//
ay working on myself, will be the death of me. (ah-ha)//
i’ll be hanging out my roots while i’m climbing out//
out the hole i dug myself cuz i [?] [?]//
now, how can you tell if flowers cannot feel jealousy//
harder master repercussions//
your biggest critic shouldn’t be your enemy//
standing at the mirror as you judge relentlessly//
i’ll be traveling in my life, looking for my worth//
i’ll dream of falling for myself, but without the hurt//

[chorus]:
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, without you, it’s true//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, without you, it’s true//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, without you, it’s true//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, a mess, a mess…//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, without you, it’s true//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, without you, it’s true//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, without you, it’s true//
i’m a mess, a mess, a mess, a mess, a mess…//
[verse 2]:
searching for inner knowledge, star in the abyss//
delete my social media, yes ignorance is bliss//
at times i’m insecure, like even you ain’t feeling you//
but the quiet part to me, a whispering that isn’t true//
at times i am a goddess, and h-lla unapologetic//
grounded to the subject, like my ego is electric//
stuck in a tsunami like a swimmer taking laps//
healing every broken part of me, so someday i can laugh {uh)//
tired of being tired, my mind is tapped and wired//
self-destruction, my hearts of bosses should be fired//
tired of overthinking, call of me queen of naps//
stuck in a funky feeling, i’m caught up in the traps//
manifest my inner em-pe-ress, im missing pieces//
to be the better me, but imma miss em’ can’t you see this//
diamond in the rough, it don’t make you less-a-gem//
so i tell myself again, don’t compare yourself to them//

- working klass klassy

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