Tuvo que ser así

CHilL

HARLEM

HARLEM (Extended Version)

CURE

Tiempos De Perros

[Verse 1]

Mom said, “Get that cap and gown,”
but the world don’t clap when the check bounce.
Scroll my phone, same shit, new sound,
everybody flexin’, nobody lookin’ down.
I’m rent broke, but the drip still loud,
fake smiles in the job crowd.
Boss say “grind,” but he sit on clouds,
I’m one missed meal from breakin’ vows.
Credit low, but my hopes stay high,
dreams too big for a suit and tie.
They preach growth but they lie on stage,
new logo, same damn cage.
Bills in a stack, faith on fumes,
smile in public, cry in rooms.
If pain was stocks, I’d be up by noon,
but I’m still out here chasin’ June.

[Hook]

We just tryin’ make a way out,
cap and gown, still prayin’ they pay out.
They sellin’ dreams with no refund,
we the ones they run from.
Yeah — we just tryin’ make a way out,
still broke, but the soul stay loud.
Ain’t no gold in a cap and gown,
still, we wear it just to make mom proud.

[Verse 2]

Instagram faith and TikTok gods,
everybody prayin’ for the algorithm nod.
Talk peace but they fight for the views,
post pain, then refresh for news.
Gas hit high, now I Uber thoughts,
Trader Joe’s meal with a champagne plot.
Talk freedom but I’m chained by debt,
Apple logo bit me, still ain’t bled yet.
My homie got laid off, bought shoes instead,
said “fuck it, look fly if I’m half-dead.”
They told me patience, I told ’em nah,
I ain’t built to wait while the rent say “ha.”
Still write checks my heart can’t cash,
dreams in a jar like broken glass.
Talkin’ rich, livin’ overdraft,
prayin’ someday pain turn craft.

[Hook – Reprise]

We just tryin’ make a way out,
cap and gown, still prayin’ they pay out.
They sellin’ dreams with no refund,
we the ones they run from.
Yeah — we just tryin’ make a way out,
still broke, but the soul stay loud.
Ain’t no gold in a cap and gown,
still, we wear it just to make mom proud.

[Verse 3]

Bills stack high but the bars hit higher,
truth don’t trend, it just burns quieter.
These brands sell “self-care,” same liar,
new merch drop, same choir.
Still pray before I log on mute,
whole world shoutin’, no pursuit.
I don’t trust peace with a contract sign,
every “dream deal” got fine-print lines.
I seen pain turn boys to men,
then the rent turned men to ghosts again.
Felt the doubt creep in like frost,
still I spit flame so the hope don’t cost.
Every loss just sharpened aim,
every scar just inked my name.
I ain’t rich but I own my truth,
still broke but I’m bulletproof.

[Hook]

We just tryin’ make a way out,
cap and gown, still prayin’ they pay out.
They sellin’ dreams with no refund,
we the ones they run from.
Yeah — we just tryin’ make a way out,
still broke, but the soul stay loud.
Ain’t no gold in a cap and gown,
still, we wear it just to make mom proud.

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