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Ely Waves - Apathy
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Ely Waves
Ely Waves
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Andrew Sarafa
Andrew Sarafa
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ely Waves
Ely Waves
Миксинг-инженер
Ocean
Ocean
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Huh, look Every time we talk I don't a get a word in Like whatever I say it's just not important What's your going through is just more intense Compared to my own, you're a dollar, and I'm just a 10th of a cent You said just simply get out of my head Told you I questioned my worth, you said I'm nothing but dirt But baby that's how I came into this earth, I doubt me enough I'm not needing another, especially one who's fucking another A friend, is not what I want, it's not what I need Writing this song and you're still texting me Don't you see what I see? I don't need you to breathe I'm just fine on my own But thank you for all of the inspiration It really fueled me when we separated, cause I've grown But you did me dirty, so don't call me upset & shit I don't got time for relationships problems I said it, I meant that shit So please just respect that shit Find someone else who gon' keep it this honest Cause I told you baby, I just don't play that shit I just don't play that shit But you did me dirty, so don't call me upset & shit I don't got time for relationships problems I said it, I meant that shit So please just respect that shit Find someone else who gon' keep it this honest Cause I told you baby, I just don't play that shit I just don't play that shit Still you wanna try me A subtle reminder, to everybody who ever told me I couldn't Give me a reason I shouldn't, reach for the moon I told you, and you wouldn't believe me, but you see my views Not talking on numbers, I'm talking bout having an impact on others I'm finding my purpose to make the pain worth it To lift up the curtains that drape on my life Covered me up from the person inside Not anymore I refuse to just hide Or tell another persons life through the rhymes I've been writing, at 4 in morning No food in stomach and nothing for money inside the bank Working a job that I fucking hate Just capture a wage, that I give for my time Well not anymore imma spend it on mine
Writer(s): Andrew Sarafa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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