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letra de write a song - young kye

[intro:alan watts ]
now you might say then
the buddhist philosophy to suffering
is not at all one of turning away from it
of solving the problem of suffering by turning ones back on it nd escaping it
rather its whole att-tude is
that the solution of solving the problem of human pain
whether it be physical or whether it be moral
is to go right into it

[verse 1]
you live your life through kodak moments
hopeless hoping they all notice
call this growth or natural progress
but most illnesses are cultured
so you rent cars with your rent money
champagne well spent money
ball out and then fall out
with your friends in jail you never sent money
your the man right? d-mn right
and you swear to god there all hating
you get more beef see the down side
so outside them n-gg-s waiting on you
no doubt another pagan on you
new town another station on you
convince that feds can’t take it from you
for all the hype you get a label on you but still
you got no deal but they know the deal cos real
if you write that and you like that then they will [they will]
you leave the streets and then come right back
and you know your mum she don’t like that
and you tell her like it ain’t like that
and the rap money still yet to come
and that trap money still ain’t enough
and them young g’s are now growing up
and wheres are your friends? feds locked em up
and you meet a girl in this london club
and she got a gl-ss and you top it up
and you got a girl but your not in love
and you had a girl but shes not the one and that’s pain

[chorus]
and that’s pain [x 3]
if i could write a song about
’bout pain
and i could write a song about
’bout pain
and i could write a song about pain
write a song about pain x 2

[verse 2]
let me just write a song about pain
young struggles guns, beef and cocaine
all those lonely nights that you prayed
all those life choices you made
i mean you hear a tale about drug dealers
old phones couple young n-gg-s
rich dreams poor upbringings
same walk of life but trying run a business
you find a block and then lock that
you sell a dream and they cop that
you buy a strap and then pop that
tryna take a life and then got
and that real life for them real n-gg-s
serving life and you relive it
every time your alone that’s real prison
real friends but they rarely visit
that’s p.a in the p,a
i ain’t gotta spell it out when i relay
every word in the verse they relate
why you gotta bend the truth? my n-gg- be straight
cah that’s how bad boys behave
kilo’s buy these new chains
that’s how wreck-less we save
still i’m around this mess that we made
and the rap money still yet to come
and that trap money still ain’t enough
and them young g’s are now growing up
and wheres are your friends? feds locked em up
and that’s f-cked up and that’s tough luck
another life gone and that’s one/one
two families cry and that tough love
and shes so ashamed but that’s mum son and that pain

- young kye

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