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original song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JD47II4rhXQ&t=1s

radio-baby-victim - joma (cover)

lyrics

you don't understand (woah x2)
you don't understand (woah x2)

i know you hate me that's true
wait i take that back that might not be true
but the way you act its got me confused
.....

i can't explain myself that's rude
could you listen from my point of view
i let you hate me that's true
then you bait me like who are you
draw me in hook or two

rip it out just to watch it
bleed and you wont stop it
torso wounded infested all up inside with your toxins
would you take a step back and see how this mess is so chronic
she's inside in the er room
he's building his own tomb
(x2)

saw that look you gave me
saw it caught the other eye
eye
saw that look you gave me
saw it caught the other eye
eye eye

it's not meant to be Ah strife

I'm with junkYard, junkYard with me
He got Mariah Carey on this beat
I got the (grrrah), I got the (brrree)
I spilt sangria all up on my seats
Margiela on me, Line Fourteen
I got the numbers all up on my feet
We outside, where is he?
All that I know is that he's not in the streets

I'm in the studio and I got junkYard behind me
I'm in the studio so yeah you know where to find me
All-black cap by Yohji and that shit Y-3
My boys we leading the way and y'all follow blindly
I don't even want to come round y'all 'cause you grimey
.925 silver like Pokémon, I want it shiny
I know I got it this time, the stars been aligning
They not even trying to hide that they lying, they should be resigning

He do it well, but we do it better
We poppin' out no matter the weather
I'm getting bread, bitch I'm a bag-getter
I got the cheese and she call me big cheddar (grrah)
(Huffdiesel, huffdiesel, huffdiesel, huffdiesel)

Big blade in my jeans, feel like Final Fantasy
Heard they tellin' lies, heard they tellin' make believe
Rollin' up Echo Grass, feel like Final Fantasy
Heard they tellin' lies, heard they tellin fallacy
I feel like Mariah Carey in 1993

I heard we topping the charts, but we do not care 'bout no charts
This shit all come from the heart, it's been that way from the start
Yeah, we mastered the art
I took her home in an Uber, she going home on the BART
We up so they hating hard, but we do not know who they are
I can't tell these clones apart
Swerving like Mariokart, you in a sorry old car
I'm in the city, I'm booted with Sergio, yah
Under the radar, we do not play, yah 
Shawty be yelling "huffdiesel for mayor"
Now I'm on top, fuck a naysayer
Brodie in Chico you know he a slayer
Everyone hating but stay in my prayers
America Cups, but these not for sale
Brand new Acne shirt came in the mail
We made our own path, we made our own trail
I'ma get back on my feet when I fail
Smoking on strong, they smoking frail
We telling facts, they telling tales
We fresh as fuck, they all be stale
Can't let my team down that sound like betrayal

I can't let my team down, what the fuck you mean now
I can't let my team down, we fucking up the scene now
Big old blade in my jeans
Big old blade in my jeans
Big old blade in my jeans
Big blade, Final Fantasy
Big old blade in my jeans
Big blade, Final Fantasy
What the fuck do you mean, yah

it's not meant to be Ah strife

jamante

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