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letra de save face - youth // service

[verse 1: julian terblanche]
tryna hold me back but i don’t fit
slide into the scr-p cos i know it
working for the loud like a broke b-tch
boutta reel it in like an old fish
tired of hearing excuses
cut out the bullsh-t just go and do it
i’m gonna lose it
bold words, you gotta prove it, you’re not going through it
fat p-ssy but that sh-t tight
i’m the one who knows how to hit it right
send a text and it’s in sight
always pack a bag, she gon stay the night
service is locked in
we got the options
you just here knocking
dont got time for your joshin
fell off like hopsin
f-ck out my comments
i’m done

[verse 2: cole hamilton]
talking so clueless
staying a nuisance
leaving you dead in the tulips
ghost haunting and ghouling
fire we fueling
this our castle we ruling
we whipping we zooming
stars on the name
always on fire ain’t cooling
you silly, you foolish
always stay moving
never on top you losing
b-tch we was never cool
you same size as a decimal
yo comments was miniscule
really think you credible
bout time that you get to move
no time on my pedestal
bout trip onna edible
not near my pinnacle
b-tch we a spectacle
you so terrible
we eating plentiful
looking so beautiful
sun set on the festival
center stage ain’t testable
see the name in your retinal
advanced b-tch yeah we sentinel
loud pounds of medical
cracked in yo skeletal
b-tch my flow flexible
step to us we deading you
control the game go voodoo
talk my sh-t i ain’t through dude
break yo sh-t like bamboo
album gon cure the youth
wolfpack speak the truth
house fire in the booth
knocking hits like ruth

[verse 3: julian terblanche]
cut my t–th on the bad moods
got shawty and she’s heading for the backroom
lead me straight to the bathroom
boutta slide another line then we home soon
normally i’d think but i’m on toxins
i’m not slipping out a ring less we both boxing
feeling like youtube i don’t see comments
thought i ain’t playing games i’m just x boxing
no stopping
i’m seeing red flags but i’ll still cop it
if i take another hit know i’ll vomit
phone line is dead but she still calling
we balling
boutta dip out with the boys we on old moves
rip another turn and we old news
if we see the sun then it’s all true
yeah i’m old school

[verse 4: liam kelly]
new faith, kneel down and pray
save face, say grace, wait
jacked up on running up a new crime
wrapped up and sack em on time
slide off imma rack up a new line
white out imma chat sh-t no whine
no crying, no lying
brother to brother its online

- youth service

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