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WellEven in that deep miseryI felt my energy reviveAnd I said to myselfIn spite of everythingI shall rise againI will take up my pencilWhich I have forsaken in great discouragementAnd I will go on with my writingFrom that momentEverything has seemed transformed to me"Fuck all your noiseFuck all your noiseImma scream louder than all of them boysCan you believe it?Of course you didn'tImma take vacations only when I'll be goneThat is my choiceI love my choicesI'm hella sick but I still got my voiceCruel summer in the visionSo I'm making songs tryingTo bring back the shade of my forceFuck all your coinsTalk all you wantLetras de cancionesIf you got no strategyWe gon' move onGive me strength for the next months of my lifeI got too many ideasNot enough timeNot enough space but inside of my mind‘Bout to hire my b for the customer lineI made 10K this weekI gave my momma 9But the money won't ever stop me from the grindI feel it coming I won't get no graceI feel it coming I won't ask for helpThis summer's already has a taste from HellWill I ever be the sameOh baba, gotta be a manFuck all your friendsFuck all of themDon't induce me in the trap for the fameI'm lacking energyYou see my faceDon't invite no moreI don't pop the champagneFuck all your clubsAnd the doormenI don't do showcasesIf you do, you're lameOh you're doing it ‘cause you had an advanceFrom a shitty label, now you need to repayI'm talking to myselfThat the only adviceI keep on losing weightBut it is worth the priceAs long as you got hands, motherfucker you'll writeI admit, I might have done too much sacrificesBut now they're fucking with the nameNot everybody will like you anywayNahLot of bodies in my caseGot them in my pocketsHaters advertising meI feel it coming I won't get no graceI feel it coming I won't ask for helpThis summer's already has a taste from HellWill I ever be the sameOh mama, gotta be a manNow you can raise your handsGive me powers for the runCloser to the endWill I touch the finish line?Will you see what was hidden at the bottom of my mindNow you can raise your handsGive me powers for the runCloser to the endWill I touch the finish line?Will you see what was hidden at the bottom of my mind From Letras Mania