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Teflon Mark - Too Real ＴＷＯＮＥＳＨＯＴＴＨＡＴ Exclusive

LA4ss x 3 Problems x Nerv4ss- I Juug

Produced by Papaboyz
Guest Producer : Koupa,B8rad
Mixed By Koupa
Mastering : Sunlab
Distribution Manager: Sajad Sahifi
Artwork: Emadbrz
Visualizer :Madkia

Reality

Unai Ke Mese Papa Fek Mikonan Kaman

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(yeah)
(wooh)
(BRrrra)

[Verse 1]
I walk the empty hallway, every picture's feeling clad
Your jacket on the doorknob, like the ghost of what we had
I scroll through old recordings, hear the laughter turn to static, sad
The clock keeps its appointment, but the time ain't what we had
I pass the corner café where we promised we'd be glad
Now I sip my coffee bitter, taste the echo—tastes like bad
I try to play it forward, but my story always goes back, back, back to you, to that pad
Without your light I'm orbitless, a satellite gone mad

[Pre-Chorus]
(yeah)
I call the void your name and it comes back twice as sad
I dress my sleepless heartbeat up in every coulda, woulda, had
I practice small apologies, wear them like a uniform that's ragged, clad
But words are just the paper boats that sink before they reach your pad

[Chorus]
I know I probably shouldn't but I miss you hella bad
And it kills me that I know that I'm the reason that you're sad
I miss it when we kissed and just hung out at your pad
'Cause without you I feel nothing and I think I'm going mad

[Verse 2]
I keep replaying our last night, every line a little jagged, bad
You said you needed breathing room — I gave you storms and plans gone mad
I tried to be the lighthouse but I fogged the beam and made you sad
Now I'm counting all the could've-beens like coins that never add
Your playlist is a landmine, every song explodes me—feels so clad
My phone still holds your wallpaper, your silhouette in moonlight, unclad
I write a thousand better versions, every draft just reads the same sad ad
"Forgive me" on a sticky note, left on memories like ash and pad

[Pre-Chorus]
(Let's Go!)
I mend the seams of silence with the thread of what I had
I paint apology on mirrors, but it smudges into "I'm bad"
I promise not to promise more than I can keep—won't be that kind of dad
But promises need witnesses and you were always that witness at our pad

[Chorus]
I know I probably shouldn't but I miss you hella bad
And it kills me that I know that I'm the reason that you're sad
I miss it when we kissed and just hung out at your pad
'Cause without you I feel nothing and I think I'm going mad

[Bridge]
(yeah) (Wooh)
If I could rewind summers, stitch the nights that we unclad
Find the line where selfishness became the thief that made you sad
I'd give the map, the keys, the quiet, everything I ever had
I'd trade a thousand lonely dawns to hear your laughter in my pad
(Pow)
But time don't take returns, it only teaches hearts to add
Regret is arithmetic—subtract the joy, multiply the bad

[Verse 3]
So here's a final letter carved in light and shadow, notepad-sad
I'm learning how to be the man who builds a home that's never clad in fad
I practice patience in the mirror, hold my own hand when I'm afraid and mad
I don't expect your mercy—only hope you'll someday miss the laugh we had
If you decide to open up again, I'll bring the quiet that you never had
I'll be a better blue than the one that left you bruised and sad
I'll leave the streetlights on till morning, wait outside your window—no, not glad
Just steady—just honest—just someone who remembers what we had at your pad

[Chorus]
I know I probably shouldn't but I miss you hella bad
And it kills me that I know that I'm the reason that you're sad
I miss it when we kissed and just hung out at your pad
'Cause without you I feel nothing and I think I'm going mad

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(yeah)
(wooh)
(BRrrra)

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