Just Melody

(álbum: COLORFUL - 2022)

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The devil keep calling
Run out of options
I'm cleaning my closet
Run up on me, end up in a coffin
When I speak, they be calling me, "Prophet"
It's not for profit, it's more like gospel
Remember the days we was sleeping in potholes
Remember the days when we had a real pot stove
What can I say, nigga? We ain't gotta cry no more
They ain't gotta turn off all my lights no more
I don't wanna pull up on a bike no more
Came up from zero like Tetris, I meant it
I stayed up all night but I ain't watching Letterman
Play life on veteran, need your ledgership
Don't need your fellowship
Don't need your membership
In every hood like the forty-fourth president
Don't need no 808s, don't need no instrument
My life to being unconscious, adding kicks to it
My fans'll clap when they cheer for my victory
They tip they hat off to me, and they get to me
Trials and tribulations that I'm facing, I can't take it
Gotta wait, gotta wait it off
Down bad and I gotta shake it off
I'm not sad, I'm just mad at the world

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