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letra de camo - yesify

[hook: yesify]
hate the public eye, so i’m stayin’ in camo
loadin’ up my thoughts, and i’m savin’ my ammo
goin’ in the battle like i’m rambo
mission abort, finna go in the commando

[verse 1: yesify]
i’m a sh-tty person, i break every single promise
i be soundin’ like a hater, ‘cause i’m very, very honest
never been normal, can’t see what they see
slap up on yo wrist
emo girl: i like yo cut, g!
big buck t–th, and i’m lookin’ so goofy
and i put ‘em all to sleep like a roofie
ain’t playin’ no games, i ain’t talkin’ call of duty
thought i had a friend for life, but then he turned fruity
lot of people sleepin’, but i am so d-mn awake
never been a vegan, but my life is at stake
can’t trust my own ‘causе most of them fake
been my true sеlf, and it’s makin’ ‘em hate, aye
ain’t givin’ me a chance ‘cause i’m very, very different
my rap voice sucks, but my lyrics so gifted
love to be in shadows, ‘cause one day
one day, they will know that i existed
it’s all fun and games like the days you were kids
the less friends that you got, you’ll see life for how it really is
but like, you’ll actually see it though, deadass
[hook: yesify]
hate the public eye, so i’m stayin’ in camo
loadin’ up my thoughts, and i’m savin’ my ammo
goin’ in the battle like i’m rambo
mission abort, finna go in the commando
hate the public eye, so i’m stayin’ in camo
loadin’ up my thoughts, and i’m savin’ my ammo
goin’ in the battle like i’m rambo
mission abort, finna go in the commando (ghostface trendsetta)

[verse 2: ghostface]
ok, i’m hidin’ from the public eye
these n-gga b-tches tellin’ lies
i’m goofy in a clown disguise
just tryna get the best of me
swith the flow like switchin’ clothes
without takin’ a bath
dirty boy, you’re in the streets
you’re on the beat, so feel my wrath
‘cause like i’m narcissistic
‘cause i’m the only one that’s stoppin’ me
i’m pessimistic
because i see the worst in others, g
and i got two colors: green and black
so i’m the camouflage
leave ‘em dead, mysterious
forgive me, i thought i was god
holy h-ll, i make ‘em drop a penny in the wishing well
i wish ‘em well
if spittin’ bars was wrong, then i woulda been in jail
no gettin’ bill
and rest in piece to all the real, you feel?
they think they wanna smoke until i’m dishin’ all the sickle cell

- yesify

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