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Jay Jozef Colon
Jay Jozef Colon
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Lyrics

They ain't my friends
I been fuckin up
I been mixing this business with pleasure
Knowin' that I could do better
Been vibin' and ridin' the eye of the storm through this weather
Be the first to admit that the actions I've made ain't too clever
Never be learning my lessons countin' my blessing
And I'm too stressed
Got this chain on my neck with a crucifix I'm still brand new to this
Stupid and way too reclusive the movement is moving
Shit gotta get moving I'm stuck in a loop and shit
Losing my mind and I'm losing my cool with this
Hop in the booth
To do what I do
To tell you the truth I been
Losing my hold
Losing control
I been losing my soul
Gotta go get it by any means
Even if I'm making enemies on my way up
So don't be a friend of me
Got a few friends
Got mostly frienemies
Hop in the booth
To do what I do
To tell you the truth I been
Losing my hold
Losing control
I been losing my soul
Gotta go get it by any means
Even if I'm making enemies on my way up
So don't be a friend of me
Got a few friends
Got mostly frienemies
You can't repent won't waste my energy
You ain't a friend don't you pretend to be
Close to the edge don't you come next to me
Toy cerca del borde
Con tanto dolore
Pensando en dias mejores
I been fuckin up
I been mixing this business with pleasure
Knowin' that I could do better
Been vibin' and ridin' the eye of the storm through this weather
Written by: Jay Jozef Colon
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