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miles cooke - game face كلمات أغنية

if it’s discipline that keeps em hungry
show me the money
long gone evil coming
we be the lost faith believers
dip without a word
last call throwing drinks up
wouldn’t wish this on my nemesis in secret
limitations barely be a word that we think of
not banking on no self respect neither
taking shots for practice
game face running longer than the meter
i’ll let the liquor take the wheel
barely know what’s real
stumble through words then hit the street drunk
yeah i’m famous with the local alcoholics
a barstool calling my name i’ll bring an offering
so let me empty out my wallet
call to the void i couldn’t ignore it
i should’ve forced quit
pouring rain mixed with the draft might be a warning
cross fade to having a laugh in disproportion
dark fate to pick up the tab
read it out from the black
cause there’s nothing but regrets up in the morning…

- miles cooke

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