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artla - won’t live anymore lyrics

[интро]
i’m on the scene, don’t got no fears
i shoot guns, you shoot flares, oh, o+oh (jean, wake up)
yesterday i was in london, now i’m flyin’ to j+pan, yeah, yeah
numb my feels with these drugs, so i pray they heal my pain (let’s go)

[припев]
i’m in the abyss, not first time here (no)
i shoot guns, you shoot flares
i’m on the scene, don’t got no fears (yeah)
yesterday i was in london, now i’m flyin’ to j+pan
numb my feels with these drugs, so i pray they heal my pain
all these money on my brain, and your b+tch give me brain
in my car, that ‘rari is grey
i can’t see you through these louis v shades
[куплет 1]
no, oh no, no, no
my body fall on the floor
it’s because of the codeine i pour
last night was so f+ckin’ blur
but i needed some more, pray this won’t happen anymore
i can’t forget your two fords, “stop it, stop it, stop it”
but it wasn’t enough
i can’t deal with problems i already solve
feel like i was on the curve

[бридж]
feel like i was in the curb and no one can’t help me
and no one can’t tell me how to live, so i won’t live at all (jean, wake up)

[куплет 2]
i can’t see the devil through my louis v shades
i don’t got no choise, i have to run away
bury me in gucci in the grave
last night we were in the stu’, then hoped in my wraith
crashed that b+tch on the turnpike
told my homie i need ‘nother bike
baby, all i told you is the truth, no i cannot lie
all these models in my private jet, i’m in my bag
call my pocket dj khaled ’cause it’s so fat
with my slatts f+ckin’ thots
bad kids got rich like the boondocks (but not everything’s good)
[бридж]
feel like i was in the curb and no one can’t help me
and no one can’t tell me how to live, so i won’t live at all (jean, wake up)

[аутро]
no, no, no, no, no, no+o

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