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j-kwe$t - where you go كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
fall backwards to the face ’cause i hate my life
ain’t got no patience, aight, i’m faded ’till my brain resign
y’all like a length behind
i’m praying, hoping they can find
a sacred mind, something like them ancient times
i’ll pay the fine
for being the only artist in the game
i’m like harden with this range
eurostepping out your lane
i don’t trust a single soul
f_ck you think you’re special for?
smoking dope and f_cking hoes
guess i’m sticking to my role
quit the rumors and the hating
no debating, see the vision i creatеd
y’all be talking like you made it but ain’t got no patiеnce
i be the doctor of this sh_tty local clinic
see me going worldwide then we f_cking up your picnic
stay the h_ll up out my business
y’all be feds on social media
need a blunt to heal me once and a bad b_tch to come feel me up
gas blunt to come stiff me up
astro blunts in your titties, huh
curved me once, then she hit me up
“f_ck your d_ck, can you pick me up?”
[chorus]
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?

[bridge]
so we can make it right if we have to
i know you’re sick and tired of the bad news
just pray and hope we make it through the gas fumes
the past dues, my glass full, i’m that dude
that rap_smith, the package smacked quick
y’all lack the [?], my ass don’t fathom sh_t
i’m latin rapping a b_tch and gassing, passing the stick
you laughing, stacking some bricks
don’t got a passion in sh_t, yeah

[verse 2]
my mama prolly thinking i’m a junkie
teacher tried to flunk me but i passed with all my buddies
the problem is they’re all up in my head
trynna make this f_cking bread
making millions ’till i’m dead
old me i had to shed
started picking up the lead, stay recording sh_t instead
i’m a star, you just a fed
don’t be crying when i’m dead
i don’t like that fake sh_t
i be in my bas_m_nt, feeling so adjacent
there is no replacement to the almighty kwe$t
no, it’s not k_we$t
better give me some respect or i’m aiming at your neck
f_ck your b_tch and get her wet
only sent her one text
now she say she on the highway
ask if she can make it quick and park up in my driveway
kinda like a blind date
she don’t know what’s coming but it’s me and she gon’ love it
better see me in the bucket
we gon’ turn this sh_t to something
i don’t really like assumptions
y’all be sipping robitussin
now it’s the rapper with the cold drug rap songs
the difference is i just took a gram of bath salt
another bad start, i just need a fast car
mind running circles like the tracks up in nascar
[chorus]
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?
i know you feel alone a lot when you cry
don’t you know where you go
it gets cold on your own?

- j kwet

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