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deyah - keys كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i have more peace in these twenty_four hours
than i had in my twenty_four years
three_six_five days times by two
twenty_six, now i don’t bow to fear
mum actin’ up, pops got the block
don’t take the p_ss, don’t get twisted
i am woman
lead by conviction, not by the borders you built in the distance
i don’t play the victim, but i see holes in your story
and with respect, i ain’t the pigeon
keep my ish private, don’t go on insta to blast up your farce
i desert like nevada
i’m tired of bein’ protagonist, that’s where the dagger is
dem man a watch you and wait to start scatterin’
ashes of blasphemous, i ain’t havin’ it
i stay low_key more time
give out my proceeds more time
i buy fake channel, fifty quid to look cozy sometimes
pull up in a whip got that two months left ’cause the car parts phoney sometimes
you ain’t gotta phone me sometimes
if i wanna catch up
b_lls in my court, yeah?
that sh_t throw me sometimes
i’m on my lonely sometimes
spent too much time chillin’ with the coke heads blow tryna hold me sometimes
mash up the dance, it zone me sometimes
but i exit the dance, it’s the old me
[chorus]
there’s so many keys, know where to go
two for the yard and the old bando
one for the car and the old châteax
put it in my body, that’s my home
but there’s so many keys, know where to go
two for the yard and the old bando
one for the car and the old châteax
put it in my body, that’s my home
but there’s so many keys, know where to go
two for the yard and the old bando
one for the car and the old châteax
put it in my body, that’s my home
but there’s so many keys, know where to go
two for the yard and the old bando
one for the car and the old châteax
put it in my body, that’s my home

[verse 2]
don’t meet your heroes, i ain’t on whisperin’
bunch of rappers that come out at christmas
and give you some f_dg_ about how they been
listenin’
you heard me on target and saunders
i’ma go clear, sauce is on glycerine
hopin’ the next time walk into church is for me, not my son’s christenin’
that’s just dippin’ in
my fuse is gettin’ shorter as i get older
forgettin’ the scriptures that planted my roots and put pain in a folder
that’s wednesday’s issue
monday’s war is friday’s tipple
sunday’s chores, wipe floors and tissues
too much blow, gimme cardiac issue
too much blow, spike the ego up
come down comes, that’s the ego done
doctor calls on a legal one
you relapsed on some lethal stuff
coroners is the sequel, bruh
all my warnings weren’t deep enough
insta’s not on my mind or the comments and likes
when i’m barely survivin’ inside, yeah
i told my man that my heart hurts
when we argue, it makes my heart worse
you know i’m triggered when i’m movin’ heartless
we have one thousand and one different reasons to sweep our indifferences under the carpet
but we patterned the yard up with wood and one little scratch got us on a park bench

- deyah

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