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tha og mt3 - fake smilez & cold starez (the sunken place) كلمات أغنية

(hook)
no nostalgia to this sh_t
ain’t no comfy living when you’re trying to get ahead
cause love is minuscule when you’re trying to stack your chips
got to get up out the game, before they leave you in the ditch, fool
no nostalgia to this sh_t
ain’t no comfy living when you’re trying to get ahead
cause love is minuscule when you’re trying to stack your chips
got to get up out the game, before they leave you in the ditch

(verse 1)
i was once a youngin’ running around apartments playing kick_door
chasing little hoochies playing ball till the sun is gone
me and my homies, this the life that we was in it for
i’ve seen many dead and gone, but never really hit me hard
imagine my amazement, like those before me, we’re mashing hoes
at the corner table, drinking 40s, yelling dominoes
they couldn’t see my pain cause it was smothered in so deep
acting like i couldn’t give a single f_ck about a thing
but my soul is mourning, it’s complicated, and i hate explaining
praying for a change, but i’m actively playing all these games
pistol packing for colored rags, fool, i’m getting active
misusing passion for satisfaction, a blinded attraction
to the thrill caps getting peeled, my stomach’s hard and still
at war with my demons, i’m misunderstood, but who would care
could never see the light in me, past dark, so it blinds my dreams
addicted to my death while i’m trying so hard to break me free
(hook)
no nostalgia to this sh_t
ain’t no comfy living when you’re trying to get ahead
cause love is minuscule when you’re trying to stack your chips
got to get up out the game, before they leave you in the ditch, fool
no nostalgia to this sh_t
ain’t no comfy living when you’re trying to get ahead
cause love is minuscule when you’re trying to stack your chips
got to get up out the game, before they leave you in the ditch

(verse 2)
it’s a contradiction, like truth and fiction can never see within
it troubles me to speak my emotions, i’m scared to let you in
if you get a glimpse of my emotions, it’s a sunken place
a category five hurricane smothered all my pain
my trauma has taken a form, it’s everywhere i go
executed manipulation covering all my holes
running for my past ain’t going to cut it no more, i see it clear
the only way to ascend is for me to man up and face my fears
for the demons lurking in my shadows had to flip a switch
my every truth and lie come to light, and now you’re in my skin
took some ayahuasca, met my ancestors, my soul has spoken
finally found my happiness and power as i take control
growing plants, drinking tea, reading books, that’s my happy home
negating negativity, i open up when i write my wrongs
if i ever did you wrong, i’m sorry, i can’t change the past
i finally found my piece, but it’s your choice if you understand
(hook)
no nostalgia to this sh_t
ain’t no comfy living when you’re trying to get ahead
cause love is minuscule when you’re trying to stack your chips
got to get up out the game, before they leave you in the ditch, fool
no nostalgia to this sh_t
ain’t no comfy living when you’re trying to get ahead
cause love is minuscule when you’re trying to stack your chips
got to get up out the game, before they leave you in the ditch

(outro)
inscurities and hardship
struggles and discomfort
fake smiles and cold stares

- tha og mt3

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