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Let's testify, that this world has Uhm-hm, yeah When I'm sober I might testify That this world has fallen out of place For the few that always touch the sky I don't want space ships, I miss my roses And I won't call you, cause I'm too fake Like nowadays, I barely might know myself But thank God I found this rope (I love you) Yeah (I love you, I love you) Barely know myself But thank God I found this rope (I love you) (I love you, I love you) Then my dad did call me yesterday (My daddy called me that day) And he cried and cried into my phone (Oh how he cried and cried) Bout the love that can't that he forgot Since he left his family all alone I don't know why I feel all in grey And I know my heart ain't built to be But I came back and forth To chase my tracks and roll them I ain't supposed to know here Letras de cancionesSome go, her face so shy Her friends so cold, ohh Some go a place so high And friends so cold I love you, I love you, I love you This the fancy car that keeps me goin' Glad to have you back my nigga (I know it) Knew you was gonna make it back to this roof (Eyes, and they shine) Alright scramble, for the ammo Can we build, can we chill? Can I live with my kids? Deuce, poof, proof Lord I, I can't feel the joy I can't fill the void Let, let her fill the void Too, too young to ignore But really if we don't make it out the city If we don't make it to the finish line If I don't make it to your titties I got the music for the vibers, I got the music for the vibers And we don't usually talk about it It's like you debatin' with a bible, I'm really preachin' to the choir I brought the music for the vibers though And in the chalice that keeps me low as your morals Ay you just smokin' on the cabbage I see you fuckin' with the gravity I been waitin' for a challenge Besides waitin' for the balance, and the apricot And to rap with Dot, and I laugh a lot I got some old hoes, ha, and some new friends And some rose gold, and some, and some rose gold (You are the fancy car that keeps me goin') I know you hear me talkin' to you nigga (I know ya) I know you can hear me nigga (You are the fancy car that keeps me goin') Give a fuck (I know ya) Niggas be floatin' around (I got my eyes on ya) (I got my eyes and they shine like 1999) (I got my eyes on ya) (I got my eyes and they shine like 1999) (Like 1999) Only so fuckin' long you can ignore me my nigga, don't Fuckin' you Rashad, fuckin' hear me dog, motherfucker From Letras Mania