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Clouds - Letter II Myself Lyrics



Clouds - Letter II Myself Lyrics
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Making money off these methods I don't think I should confess it
I just wanna foster blue kids til I'm out these f*cking trenches
I'm in love with all these dead men shit I must be f*cking gay then
In my head like it's a closet I don't know when I'll come out
Telling kids in my projects "boy don't follow in my route"
Cause when the ceiling gets to falling you gone ask em for handouts
And they might give it to you but most likely make you bounce
Like we're playing basketball they'll tell you that your out of bounds
Double dribble in this life that'll put you in the ground
Please stop making them mistakes you might catch this f*cking bout
Popping all these f*cking footballs I don't know when I'll touchdown
In my feelings like I'm Waldo I don't know when I'll be found
Your own homies talking shit but they won't say it in your face
They just acting like a bitch cause they know you getting paid
And they asking for Doritos when you got a bag of Lays
And if you don't give it to them they gone act with some disdain
I'm a pane of f*cking glass cause I keep this shit transparent
Life gone hit you with its belt like it is one of your parents
So you gotta be careful with the shit you're f*cking saying
Gotta level up your money like you're going super sayain
Bitch stop looking at the menu and just make up your decision
All this indecisive thinking might lead you the wrong direction
God might put me to the test like my first name starts with Job
But I'll prove to him that I can really go through with the cost
With my god I signed a contract and he put that in the clause
And I do this shit for me I don't do it for the cause
All these bitches give an act screaming like fire alarms
And these bitches want me back they didn't want me in the start
On this beat I'm going off I don't think I'm gonna stop
Like a wheel going downhill but I'm going to the top
Feeling like chef boyardee the way I'm cooking up these suckers
I don't f*ck with loops or flames just keep passing me the rustos
Painting on these f*cking walls causing so much f*cking ruction
Selling drugs during my job I was serving in construction
I was really moving rocks I was really pushing pounds
And that has a double meaning man my points you ain't deducting
Got some voices in my head bitch I'm talking to myself
I don't know when I'll be dead but I don't think about that now
And they say I cannot make it all they have is f*cking doubts
But I don't do this shit for them this a letter to myself
I don't do this shit for them this a letter to myself
I don't do this shit for them man this a letter to myself
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Making money off these methods I don't think I should confess it
I just wanna foster blue kids til I'm out these f*cking trenches
I'm in love with all these dead men shit I must be f*cking gay then
In my head like it's a closet I don't know when I'll come out
Telling kids in my projects "boy don't follow in my route"
Cause when the ceiling gets to falling you gone ask em for handouts
And they might give it to you but most likely make you bounce
Like we're playing basketball they'll tell you that your out of bounds
Double dribble in this life that'll put you in the ground
Please stop making them mistakes you might catch this f*cking bout
Popping all these f*cking footballs I don't know when I'll touchdown
In my feelings like I'm Waldo I don't know when I'll be found
Your own homies talking shit but they won't say it in your face
They just acting like a bitch cause they know you getting paid
And they asking for Doritos when you got a bag of Lays
And if you don't give it to them they gone act with some disdain
I'm a pane of f*cking glass cause I keep this shit transparent
Life gone hit you with its belt like it is one of your parents
So you gotta be careful with the shit you're f*cking saying
Gotta level up your money like you're going super sayain
Bitch stop looking at the menu and just make up your decision
All this indecisive thinking might lead you the wrong direction
God might put me to the test like my first name starts with Job
But I'll prove to him that I can really go through with the cost
With my god I signed a contract and he put that in the clause
And I do this shit for me I don't do it for the cause
All these bitches give an act screaming like fire alarms
And these bitches want me back they didn't want me in the start
On this beat I'm going off I don't think I'm gonna stop
Like a wheel going downhill but I'm going to the top
Feeling like chef boyardee the way I'm cooking up these suckers
I don't f*ck with loops or flames just keep passing me the rustos
Painting on these f*cking walls causing so much f*cking ruction
Selling drugs during my job I was serving in construction
I was really moving rocks I was really pushing pounds
And that has a double meaning man my points you ain't deducting
Got some voices in my head bitch I'm talking to myself
I don't know when I'll be dead but I don't think about that now
And they say I cannot make it all they have is f*cking doubts
But I don't do this shit for them this a letter to myself
I don't do this shit for them this a letter to myself
I don't do this shit for them man this a letter to myself
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Writer: Pablo Salceda
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Pablo Salceda

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