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j delaware - 49 كلمات الأغنية

[verse i]

it must be the weekend ’cause man i feel like abel, but still i’m raising cain, mary jane rolled on the table
soundcloud raps i don’t need to have a label
ferrari in the garage, i’ve got horses in the stable

hit a buck sixty when i pedal to the floor, remembering the days i used to pedal to the store. just to see my plug who used to peddle at the store, everything i’ve ever wanted but i knew i needed more
keep it 99 like a can of arizona, might just buy a house in the red rocks of sedona
i don’t want no neighbors, man i’m still a loner. and i don’t ever buy them, man it’s just a loaner

it’s a 302 thing still, i’m still burning rubber on these brand new wheels. i still use a rubber if she’s on the pill, murder all my watches i’ve got time to k!ll
but ain’t it crazy how the only time you roll through is when you don’t have any other person you can go to or any other man that’s telling you they want to hold you when i was supposed to be your only go-to

i guess i never thought that you would go and change things. i don’t like the inconsistency that this brings. i still hope that you would tie up all the loose strings and i still hope it’s you every single time my phone rings

every time my phone rings, every time my phone rings

[verse ii-outro]
my coffee stained teeth make it hard for me to smile. you’re haunting all my thoughts over these 49 miles
down a hill, my mental health is sliding like an avalanche. i grip the wheel and take a left, i’m steering like a cattle ranch

i’m sorry and i promised not to apologize, and that’s a paradox ’cause i’m on the rocks and terrified. i drank some everclear just so i could try and clarify. you beg me for the truth but i’m locked, loaded, and full of lies

but i swear i’m not pathological, i tried to make it through but i swear my path is not logical. tried optimism but i know my gl-ss is half as full as everybody else’s and my throat feels like a lump of coal

so i can’t even get my words out. i don’t ruffle feathers, i don’t want to bring the birds out. thoughts went unspoken, i just never took the heard route. i’m the black sheep, i guess i never took the herd route

and i’ve got a chris farley mind, with my lifestyle i’ll probably die before i’m 35. i keep it buried deep but on the surface, i’ll tell you i’m fine, but i don’t even know if i can try to drive another 49

[telephone]
every time my phone rings, every time my phone rings

- j delaware

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