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the couch club, white chorus, bleu house - throw it all lyrics

throw it all lyrics
[verse 1: friska]

keep me sane
when the days are hazy
everyone blame me
try to break me
but you can’t shake me
when everything is going crazy
not gonna look again in the mirror
it feels strange but it’s so familiar
oh!
(i remember when they fool me, i remember)

[chorus: friska, fitha]

let it go
throw it all away
i’ll see you in another day
i’m good enough to go

let it go
you’ve got something to say
i don’t wanna hear it anyway
i’m sure i’ll let you know

[verse 2: fitha]
i used to be happy
cuz lately
i just walk my dog
issa chihuahua
right now i feel like finally happy
(i’ll take me out of all of this)
look at you actin’ like a hero
in reality, you are still at zero
when everything is so complicated
(when everything is so complicated)

[chorus: fitha, atria]

let it go
throw it all away
i’ll see you in another day
i’m good enough to go

let it go
you’ve got something to say
i don’t wanna hear it anyway
i’m sure i’ll let you know

[verse 3: atria]

celebrate it
appreciate it
i want to stay up late
i’m not telling you something new
cause i can’t wait
i gotta celebrate
i don’t want to think about it
i just wanna dance to italo
i just wanna dance
[verse 4: gally]

all these business, different area codes
notifications blowin’ up my phone
but i take control of what’s hidden and what’s shown
all these thoughts in my dome
cope with it ‘til it’s gone
imma step outta my comfort zone
cause the show must go on
it goes on and on and on
on god!
whichever it is
imma handle my own biz
i owe it to no one else
but to myself
(but to myself)
but to myself
(but to myself)
i owe it to no one else
but to myself

[verse 4: belva]

shimmy ya shimmy ya
guess my passion with no doubt oh my god
nah nah
i put the problems on my backbone by that time
we had self control but my emotions getting quiet
i ain’t gon lie
i’m gonna die
lemme talk with ya i’m gonna make this pain gone in my deepest thoughts
let these hands talk, by my own will imma be getting out of this rut
f+ck the people that doubted me
all this time they ain’t showed me no love
at the end of the day, imma be tough
even though i had it rough

- the couch club white chorus bleu house lyrics

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