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medhane - 555 كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
ay, ayy
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
uh

[verse]
we gotta talk it out
i been through it all, i had to walk the miles
knuckles hit the wall, i know i lost it now
i really walked the route, all i found in my work
wrote the future in the old verse
pathways lead to past pain, fill my book up till the last page
playing bad games give you lacked faith
sh_t great, i was up for three but it felt more like six days
big flame on the torch i keep
karma ‘cross my street, angst is underneath
write it down, i’m sharing some of me
i know what i need, blossomed from a seed
sun in reach, honey in my tea
bitter flavours, sit at homе stoned, no neighbors
need you, but know i will not chase you
feel likе reggie miller on the pacers, sharp shot, no lasers
cut you close like shape ups
told the barber “no razor”, can’t fade us
knotty roots i’m tryna braid up
glad my momma never gave up
still remember where we came from
cold water in the glass
paying rent, i need another bag
cop my brother pack ’cause he doesn’t tax
ugh, remember on the tracks tryna piece it back
together cut me deep, you couldn’t see the gash
guess i needed that for the growth
cold in london, know i should’ve brought a coat like i didn’t know it was frigid
cooked the meal, ate the plate and i did the dishes
cut my brodie, yeah you know they had to give him stitches
whole time we was really doing what they didn’t
truer living, key in the ignition, drifting
with this bad vision
uh, cash coming with the quickness
uh, n_ggas slipping
b_tches

- medhane

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