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jet gladstone - thrill كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
selfishness is poverty i tend to share a part of me
but sometimes i’m not even willing to do it properly
dying of thirst, something a little more typical
so many n-ggas just stay looking for the physical
same old song and the same old mindset
end of the day, you keep the same old regrets
listen to the virtue, been a couple years son
looking out the outcome, look look, because

[hook]

[verse 1]
my mind is so gone but my soul is still living here
stressed the f-ck out, like my end is so f-cking near
new girl got me locked up and i wanna flee
and it’s k!lling me, and she threw away my only key
i just wanna write it down and tell the girl how i feel
second guessing and regrets tell me i should keep it sealed
crying out loud “baby please why don’t you, leave me alone
‘fore i put you on a song and you blow up my phone”
saying “please why don’t you”, all of the time
you stay on top of my mind, and most of the time
girl you one of a kind, but some of the time
you got me feeling confined
the new me inside of me is tryna get up outta me
i’m living in sin, just like i’m living up in sodomy
so this is me, telling you the truth that’s the boundary
in agony, telling you the truth, look
i’m piecing a masterpiece, all i need is the masterpiece
filing claim after f-cking claim as i watch for the press release
burglar state of mind taking back what is rightfully mine
prodigy paving the path, people just stealing my shine
if i had another chance, ‘nother night, ‘nother dance
you had me in a trance, k!lling it at first glance
now you gone, not the same, only got myself to blame
not a game i’m losing though, only got my -ss to blame

[hook]

[verse 2]
you could say i only did it for the thrill
a thought so cold it’s leaving me with chill
couple weeks later and the time just p-ssed by
every d-mn day i gotta think about an allaby
asking me questions like “why i gotta spend my time on em”
taking all these numbers, never wasting my time on em
no soul, blacked out, like it was a great dane
color drained out of my face, a broken water mane
memories and all the rest of the past, are gone away
reminiscing to the days when i used to run away
“quiero mas, quiero mas”, thousand times i want some more
reciting poems and singing songs until i reach your door
not gonna make this another indicative rap song
not gonna make this another motherf-cking rap song
just another track so you can know what’s really on my mind
just another track so i can always be up on your mind
pouring out my heart so you can call it my confession
not to be confused with something slight of an obsession
risking my life at home and the rest for a broad
ain’t perfect, lot more than short of a god
you ain’t with me in the waiting room, waiting like a f-cking groom
with me in the end, with me when i leave the f-cking booth
waiting on the tears, god i wanna leave this f-cking room
instead i lounge around while i’m feeding off the f-cking gloom

- jet gladstone

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