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cantrell - fire next time كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: cantrell]
see i don’t like cheaters and i don’t like liars
but almost cheated on my girlfriend and lied to her ‘bout it
at least i’m honest in my music, i heard that’s the only time i’m truly being truthful or standing for something that’s really useful
i’m back drawing lines line evisu
walls going up, no way my pride is see thru
really i’m the truth, hope fans buy it for proof
tryna prove to myself i’m nothin’ like those dudes:
ones that never that make it, ones that rather fake it
you rather be rich and famous, or break and authenticated?
jumping off eiffel tower, or buried under bas_m_nt?
everybody’s a critic, nothing to ‘em is sacred
i been… deading idols started calling ‘em favorites
but i… ain’t see the idol i made of being the greatest
battle not being the nicest, battle all of my vices
battle demons and angels i started losing my patience
[chorus: cymia]
trying to write the best story
don’t know where it’s going
and it’s lonely…
blood on my hands and it’s glory
doing for them or me?
fire in ya’ fist you throwing all that sh_t on me
praying that it rains holy it ain’t for nothin’ i know

[verse 2: cantrell]
most of the friends i grew up with, they bought houses
i moved back to my mamas
they having families and sh_t, and putting some back for college but… i’m tryna f_ck up some commas_
tryna get the new yeezys, and i don’t smoke all my problems
but i been hittin these b_tchess, she get lipstick on my collar
i’ve been pinching these pennies, let ya’ boy get a dollar_
if i can lock in this deal i’ll give you all you can borrow
wasn’t raised no huxtable i’m my mama’s son
and we ain’t talk for like 2 months
she don’t really hear me, sometimes i feel invisible
childhood traumas? it’s crazy how much a little do
i’m afraid to feel, you afraid to feel
“nothing is good, nothing is real” we dying on them hills
the only way to heal is to put down the phones and filters
and look into the mirror for real
chorus: cymia & dear callie]
trying to write the best story
don’t know where it’s going and it’s lonely…
blood on my hands and it’s glory
doing for them or me?
fire in ya’ fist you throwing all that sh_t on me
praying that it rains holy
it ain’t for nothin’ i know

[verse 3: cantrell]
try to find time it eludes me
tryna find time to spit lugees off of the kufi
tryna find time to spend with lp
with jt, with don, with sean scott and doobie
time the only thing i can spend and can’t get back
time the only thing i can give, how you spend that?
you needed help with rent, and all i got’s a prayer and a vent
stomaching this pain got me 6 pack
let you tell it we ain’t allowed to have feelings
let you tell it the truth ain’t loud as yo opinions
stones from a glasshouse, everybody rich and got a stash house n0body’s llc is in the red now
… every woman serving looks
with a blue check, link in her bio to her booked
everybody is perfect, n0body is stressed
n0body’s depressed, all of us full of sh_t
everything is funny, everybody is fine
sick of these n_ggas god, please bring the fire next time

- cantrell

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