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mistakes

Oh
He's this, and she's that, and they're doing the same crap
It's like listening to a broken record
But it repeats every time your heart hurts
Oo

Cartel del norte récords men
Luuuna
Tu que miras de arriva
Dile que como ella no hay ninguna

Me envuelvo en tu mirada
Que me atrapa
Me hipnotiza
Me

teu record es mou en la tenebra clara...

Torno a sentir els teus passos allà lluny, en la llum
en mesuro, amb el to i el ritme, la distància.
Ara

the record stands
Calling it my problem
Take a drink
And then you run away
Save the call
Lose the footsteps on the way
Dead and gone
When I finish
With a fat

thinking different
But I gotta be careful I got a limit
I hit it and then I'm finished
Ain't no way I can record when Im sippin'
I'm getting motivated again

a fashion show
They get revealed
Yeah, when things go south
I'ma sign up to that record deal
Fly up to the North
Just me and my own sex appeal

I get it
I get

smoke something
Let me hit it baby
Like you stole something

Sipping smoking all night long
Loving girl we can't go wrong
Play this record all night long

of pumpkins
And made this record for your consumption
In moments of pure exhaustion
I found my passions brought exhilaration
Script more songs full

ownership
I got that shit that these labels are tryna see
I'm giving these records a frontal lobotomy
Label me crazy, rebranded my thinking, now I got em

Cause when we talk and talk I'm like wow
I wanna flick you up
Pick you up and skip town

You got a record that they can't stand honey
You think I'm

just to get the record sold
I'm just hoping that it works, so I treat it like it's work
Messy face and dirty shirt, I've been poking at the dirt

Yeah Yeah,
Genero Music Records Baby Be, Ey,
Ap Music
(Me está doliendo, me está doliendo mucho mucho)
Gian Beat
Genero Music Records Baby be

records going platinum
I've already gotten used to making anthems
I'm holding all these other rappers ransom
If I don't give her dick
She throw a tantrum

Pussy ass nigga get pop for his mule
Ynbts bitch it aint nun less
Hang round them demons but bitch im to blessed
Gotta lotta ties, but I keep em on record

to change
either get it rappin or its back to old ways 
No one hires, they always quick to fire
Anybody with a past, soon as they get they eye 
on a record

hate, I'm not trying to set the record straight (nah)
We gon' spin around on em' I'ma let that record play (classic)
Regulate, I can't fuck a bitch from

that you're gone
I'm feeling like a Don
Breaking record, after record
And I'm reaching for the stars
Watch me winning like
Shorty, I win, I win, I win, I

Hold on, hold on, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that shit
Hold on, I got to start this motherfuckin' record over again, wait a minute
Fuck that shit

Chicago
Down in New Orleans
Up in New York City
cll we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be swinging swaying records playing

I need you on the phone all alone
The records on and you say
You want it all the time
It's like sunshine and I feel fine
Then you run away

I can't

you like to make some music
Come and holla at your boy
Pull up to the studio
Bring the vodka and LaCroix
Chilly Records on the way
Imma be a CEO
You

now they smokin' yo pack

Bro got a choppa it send you to hell
I gotta clean record don't use what I sell
Down in the trenches I'm wishin' you well
You

Came home from the record store
Turned the hi-fi on laid down on the floor
Put my headphones on one more time

That record spinning round and round

mobb deep on repeat
I'm just tryna stay out the way
Record these lyrics in peace
Stack a couple bands I could play with later out with the team
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