Letra de Backstage in Minneapolis - Kota the Friend

Lately I don't feel a thang mama

I'm Joe Swanson to the pain mama

Tryna be a family guy

But I'm Bruce Wayne mama

Cold hearted

I can feel the ice up in my veins mama

Once they take the feeling, there ain't nothing they can take, mama

My only saving grace was loving them anyway

I see em with they 2 cents, gettin' they pennies straight

Knock em down, nigga I could do that shit any day

I feel icky knowing I was playing they petty game

Now I'm lookin' at em like lil bro

Just another misguided woman

She ain't a lil hoe

Lately I don't wallow

I just be gettin' a lil low

And focus on the people around me that need a lil hope

You punching me doin' zero damage

And I'm just watching you knowing I got a big advantage

You all emotion, I get it, I used to be the same

But maybe if you tell me what's hurting I probably understand it

I fuckin' love you won't you understand it

Life is bout connection my nigga

We take the stuff for granted

They like Israel

Loading up another cannon

Bombing everything in sight

Don't care where the fuck it's landing

So it's up to me to end the war

Drawing up a treaty when I could easily send the force

Cancelling the missiles, when I could easily let em soar

Putting down the AK's, knowing that I could let em off

I'm powerful beyond measure

Always giving grace, I got a lot extra

Hit you with a kind gesture

Just for you stab me in the back and

I don't mind ever

Loving in this world that we live in is a blind effort

When I see em coming for me

Do I get surprised? Never

Stepping to the sun

Thinking they can make it shine lesser

Diamond in the ruff

Shine better when

When applied pressure

Hope you get the lesson same day

Like I am prime member

Take away that heavy burden

From you like it's my pleasure

Shoulder all the pain, still balling like I'm prime Webber

Hoping that you tune in to this message like a signed letter

Live this shit like God sent ya

I don't feel the shots

I don't feel the jabs

Did you need something

You just gotta ask

I don't get jealous

Never in my bag

Nothing really bothers me at all

That shit get em mad

Why you don't react

Tell em they was wrong

I left it up to god

The sprinter truckin' on

Don't you feel the pain

Honestly I don't

Niggas still pissy over nothing

And I let it go

I saw your actions, made some observations

I paid attention to your faces and your body language

I watch em struggle with themselves

And they moods

They ain't never in control

It's like water to the moon

Let it go you win

If you hate em back you lose

It's a battle for your soul

All the drama is a rouse

If you sittin' up depressed

And they see that you a mess

They forget the fight

What they really want is coming true

Smiling in the face of hate

Something you could never take

Inner joy

Even at my lowest I'ma levitate

Saw you pushing hella hate

You just look pathetic mate

Had to set the record straight

Now let's sit and let it play

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