Blackwave.

Blackwave. - Cracked screen songtekst

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Can't match the style
Nor the pow
Aint no way the fire getting doused
Lowkey bawse
The ones that ain't we'll send them out
9 million in the city fuck yo town up
Oh my God
Look at dude he done made it on the news
He done did it now he rude
Yu down on my luck and I don't really give a ugh
I sweat and I bleed
Down on my feet wh en I need
Do everything to keep ya bumpin me bumpin me through ya speaker
Till its time to rest in peace yo
Just let me highlight this highlight that
Whatever's on the screen really went down like that
And you get a choice love it or hate it but I
Live my life behind a cracked screen yeah
Nothing what it seems
Live my live behind a cracked screen yeah
Nothing is just what it seems
Cracked screens devices used to fold
Everything that glitter can't be gold
Everything that glitter can't be trusted 
Fuck it cause I ain't got time today
People flexing insecurities is on me
My im perfections ain't goin' cure you homie
I used tot hink the money take the pain
Got the money never felt the same
I used to be the type nigger that looked at the tv and wanted wanted to be like my heroes
But then I met heroes along with some egos
And realized that they was just selling me dreams
I used to be the type nigger what walked through the mall
And wished for the clothes in the window
But then I evolved
The window reveiled that being mysef is the finest of things 
Cracked screen yeah
Nothing what it seems
Live my live behind a cracked screen yeah
Nothing is just what it seems
Cracked screens broken dreams
Cracked screens broken dreams
I don't need no one to know what I'm worth
I don't need no one to know I ain't perfect
Don't need you to feel my own worth
It's a waste of time
Always tryna be perfect
Some days down
Some are way up
My mood swings through the changes
Can't get no sleep
Gotta stay up and get to the chase
Nobody sleeps in LA
No sleep in LA
Every year new phone new goals
Cracked screen broken dreams
Fallen icons
Got my dirty Nikes on
Don't wanna be perfect
I'm just a real person
Got stains on my shirt
One day
Don't ideolize me it ain't worth it
Live my live behind a cracked screen yeah
Nothing what it seems
Live my live behind a cracked screen yeah
Nothing is just what it seems
Cracked screen broken dreams
Cracked screen broken dreams
I don't need no one to know what I'm worth
I don't need no one to know I ain't perfect
Don't need you to feel my own worth
It's a waste of time
Always tryna be perfect
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Auteur: Willem Ardui, Jean Atohoun, Lute

Componist: ?

Publisher: ?

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Uitgegeven in: 2022

Taal: Engels

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