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mazza l20 & charlie sloth - fire in the booth كلمات الأغنية

[part i]

[verse]
i got a dear john letter and this is what it said
dear mal you know i love you and i wish you all the best
but this rap sh_ts fake, i think it’s gettin’ to your head
can’t sleep, you’re on my mind every time i go to bed
got bags by my eyes cause’ i’m always upset
comparin’ myself to all these girls on the net
and i know you always told me they can never be a threat
but it still gets hard for me dealin’ with the stress
she said you’re focused on yourself, you’re always leavin’ me ’til last
but whеn you needed suttin’, i’m the one you usеd to ask
’cause your mates are all rats, you don’t love me no more
you had me diggin’ up sh_t
i’m gettin’ on the bus so i can drop you off packs, just to help you get racks
helped you go from nuttin’ to a hundred grand stack
all i wanted was your love, i’m not with you for your cash
bonnie and clyde, you’re supposed to have my back
it’s like you’re forgettin’ i was there before the rap
and i’m glad you’re doin’ well, i’m puttin’ bootle on the map
but i can’t even sleep, i go to work and can’t relax
not tryna make you feel bad, i’m just givin’ you the facts
i’ve never been like this, i’m havin’ panic attacks
but i’m not writin’ just to tell you what i’ve done for you
she said i’m writin just to tell you that i’m done with you
you always told me you was gonna keep it real
but it’s like you don’t care when i tell you how i feel
i’ve even lost my appetite, i can’t even eat a meal
you’re obsessed with your phone and watchin’ instagram reels
and i know you worked hard tryna get yourself a deal
but you went and broke my heart in the process
i’ve waited for years and still you’re not home yet
people come first and that’s the sh_t i don’t get
you’re always listenin’ to them like they know best
and i know you’re banged up, doin’ roll checks
i know you’re locked in that cell and you get so stressed
but all i ever wanted was for you to come home
i’m in work all day just lookin’ at my phone
for a call or a message but you leave me all alone
you got me feelin’ all alone
when i tell you how i feel, you just think i’m tryna moan
you’ve got a cold heart like it’s made out of stone
it’s like you’re not there, you’re always in your own zone
i used to think it’s ’cause you’re stoned
it’s probably from the jail or maybe you’ve got no soul
got me feelin’ like a f_ck_up like i scored an own goal
feelin’ like i’ve been robbed and it’s my heart that you’ve stole
but everythin’ i’ve ever done is out of love
i’ve had a f_cked up past, you know it’s hard for me to trust
used to come on closed visits on the train or the bus
just to see you through the glass, they didn’t even let us touch
but i still came just to make you feel good
all i wanted was a hug, you’ve got me feelin’ like a mug
and now i’m overthinkin’ again
i stopped speakin’ to the girls and goin’ drinkin’ again
and now i’m goin’ through your insta again
and i’m just sittin’ here lookin’ at your pictures again
i always tell you book a visit again
your mixtapes doin’ well and i’m happy you blew
but you’re just focused on money, all i wanted was you
i’m paranoid, i always think that you’re bangin’ a screw
deep down i know you hate them and i know it’s not true
all i wanted was to hear you say ”i love you”
but you act like you never knew
i can’t do it no more so keep doin’ what you do
and don’t write back because we’re through
don’t write back because we’re through
[part ii]

[verse]
play the beat, are we recordin’ it?
okay sweet, let me slaughter it
like just eat, i just ordered it
f_ck a little bit, i want all of it
tell em’ make sure to proportion it
gp, i just sorted it
e.t, i just orbited
tell em’ drop the coordinates
i’m in a sp_ceship, i’m just orbitin’
and i’m makin’ bread like a warburton
got antiques, we’re not auctionin’
got .32’s and a scorpion
make you time travel like delorean
i’ve got fans now, let me talk to them
these cap rappers need cautionin’
if i plant a seed, it needs waterin’
free bro, man it’s torturin’
he was in the block and they tortured him
in a old cell, it’s victorian
had to read books, historian
no food and they taunted him
seen people die and it haunted him
can’t break us, we’re not porcelain
free ste, i went to war with him
and i’ve been at war, i’m survivin’ it
real sh_t, i coulda’ died in it
crime rate, i was rised in it
when i went to jail i declined a bit
give me jail time and i’m ridin’ it
i don’t like your rape ’cause you lied in it
raps dead, we’re revivin’ it
give me twenty mill and i’m signin’ it
this .38’s got bine in it
like luniz, i put five in it
make your ears ring when i’m firin’ it
still whippin’ up with bi_carb in it
don’t dance but i milly rock
with a nine milly, do the milly bop
when you chase dreams like meek mill they’re on freak sh_t like diddy was
f_ck hugo ’cause i’ve been a boss
want it done, pick a opp
get the ghost, come sit him off
all that jail time, bro it’s been a loss
ten years, i just did a lot
had to read books when i was in the block
i know they’re p_ssed off that i didn’t rot
couldn’t give a f_ck if they live or not
when i’m in the field like i’m in a [?]
trap hard like a trapstar
in a [?] with these little rocks
whip, whip it until it locks
free the boys that are in the cell
rest in peace the ones that are in a box
gotta ride around with this glizzy c_cked
turn your montirex to a mini top
razor blade when i’m in the wok
wish i would’ve learned how to pick a lock
rid it all and i didn’t flop
tin of tuna stuffed in a sock
when they shipped me out, i had missin’ prop
lightwork and i wish it was
but i’ll never get back the sh_t i lost
double figures, i was in the dock
free ste and my driller flock
still me and i’m still a opp
and this _________________
pull it back like a harpoon
now he’s got paralysis, can’t move
real sh_t, not a cartoon
you get wrapped up, tutankhamun
that’s the exodus, it might start soon
lights off in a dark room
what’s a rose if it can’t bloom
what’s a strap if it can’t boom
i can’t sing, i’m not ja rule
if i’m in the whip it’s not carpool
it’s not a knife fight if we can’t duel
eatin’ with us then it’s our food
you get half each like a half moon
gotta win, bro i can’t lose
in a restaurant with a steak knife
but i’ll wig a man with a barstool
[?] on a late night
catch me lurkin’ like a great white
seen him pinnin’ up off a large spoon
said he put corn in clips, that’s sweets in corn, make sure it fits
the .44 kicks like horses hips
that strap might cause an eclipse
cl!ck it and bang it, bang it, cl!ck
cl!ck it and bang it, bang it, quick
free rkid, that man won’t miss
f_ck all of that, i ain’t tryna get nicked
i just done ten in a wok, it’s sh_t
now i’ve got matchin’ hats and kicks
me and my b_tch got matchin’ whips
buss down roley’s, matchin’ wrists
vvs’s and magic drip
got a brand new bl!ck with plastic bits
i could never imagine this

- mazza l20 charlie sloth

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