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letra de woah - yibby

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verse 1:
woe is me, fight or flight?
self-righteous or self-crisis?
i been enticed by dotted lines, wrong and right?
nothing ever was black and white
read my lips for f–cking spite
who’m mix that lean a dirty sprite, or hit that pipe, cause such is life?
and poltergeist and pride in death and all collide?
i’m a f–cking sl!ck rick but mortified
cause i heard twisted sh-t like torch at night
shiver your spine, you cruisin’ for a brusin’ if you step in line
f–ck a piece of a mind, intentions so intertwined
you a f–cking pig? well halal to mr swine, halal to mr swine?

hook:
like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, (like woah x8)
back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up

verse 2:
dash of contempt like f–ck contemporaries
you got talent dear? well talents temporary
i thought had that too, sunshine and rainbows, till they beat you all black and blue
you get to know that hue
a nuance? take the clue
you trynna be rich? cry yourself a pool
but don’t ash the cue, convenient and so past the truth
carrot edgy, on the stoop, so close you could taste the soup
you a muse? cos i’m amused
by how low you would stoop
trynna hide what you got to prove
i’m trynna find, what you got to loose?
this uncomfortable
see, i just want balenciaga
and i just can’t admit my problems (f–ck it)
been a compulsive liar and all we got is silence
and this white noise f–cking violent
espresso to my express ma’ feelings?
can’t deal with all these hallow pinions
too spicy, so d-mn rife
i want my sh-t to slap so i f–cking beat my psyche( psyche)
and tell the copper no conducting lightly
let the sparks fly i’m a f–cking hypebeast

hook:
like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, (like woah x8)
back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up

verse 3:
call for back up if u no call me back up
the perfect backdrop for imperfect actions
the truth hurts but -ssume a bullet hurts more?
my brother took one, no love in war
there pain in pleasure, and i’m a f–cking deadbeat
sleepwalking through last september
still, trynna k!ll a n–ga if remember
but never a had dead beat
dreaded like im some pacemaker
drums that’ll make you f–cking move your rump shaker
but i dread them stakes
pick of the bunch, like where my first dates?
reimbursed ya’ll cause i couldn’t be staged
you’re to conceited wit your polaroids and pick me ups
i’m so absent off this absinth
i could inflate them aqueducts for a sub
burnt rubber but i dreamt of clutch and always strapped it up
tell me what p-ssion was?
imagine us in a trance riding dirty
fake friends always try to hurt me?
and that ego always f–cking flirty
enough to make a man go “zero dark thirty”
in a split sec went from zero to thirty
wish the come up was half as urgent?
ain’t got a stain on me n–ga, cup a pesticide and a half detergent
ahaha drink bleach

like woah, woah, woah, hold up woah, woah, woah, hold up, f–ck it
back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up

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