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lirik lagu 53 hours – jay the human

sat*rday, sunday, monday
guess it’s all the same
[?] me on center stage
visions of gettin’ paid, with feelings of better days
it’s a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin’

[?] was the drop; broken windows and a prompt up lock
against the front door
can’t [?] robbed
i heard that you got a little paranoid since you got shot; they let you live
i know it’s hard to walk, and it’s hard to talk
when you try to make a livin’ off petty robbin’
said “f*ck the man”, but you had an еmpty wallet
blame it on the world but you just didn’t know what to call it
but i know
that you rеsent me
wish that wasn’t six feet
now that you said you want it, i guess that is pretty tempting
to say you’re feeling empty and blame it on me
word on my back
verse said “i’m all red three”
i heard that blood is thicker than those cali strippers
but will i cry the day [?] because my father’s k!lla
i made an album about you but i didn’t release it
cuz i hope there’ll be a day we put together the pieces (but)
grandma called and told me about the eviction
so now you’re on the streets with an addiction—on a mission
i’ve a prediction that you’ll try to rob me
i didn’t mention i was robbed, so let me spit the description
somebody broke into my car, stole my cash and my cards
only you knew where i kept them, so i’m finding it hard
since you left me a voicemail a week or to before
cuz i’m [?}, you make my life hard
sh*t, look
two nights in a row, woke up screamin’ in my sleep
today i woke up to a broken tv
i’ve done acid, shrooms, molly and weed
and i’ve seen what you can do [?]
and i’ve seen how a nose can bleed
and i know how a father can be, on a mom cuz he lost his peak
and i heard how a father can read, havoc on the roads with a toddler in the back seat
sat*rday, sunday, monday
guess it’s all the same
[?] me on center stage
visions of gettin’ paid, with feelings of better days
it’s a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin’

sat*rday, sunday, monday
guess it’s all the same
[?] me on center stage
visions of gettin’ paid, with feelings of better days
it’s a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin’

walk into the store, never leave empty*handed
grandma bought the groceries and you can never stand it
[?] my bottles and my cash would always vanish
inconsistent water bill, somehow we all managed
let me tell you a story about a man named, naw
a man wanted dead for the drugs and *sh*t*
he was crashin’ on the chair, he reclinin’ it
you was scared to kick him out, so you lied and said
that i was scared for my life and then a couple weeks passed
and they found him dead shot like
three or four times and he was ran over at a stop light
ridin’ his bike at 3 am—you blamed the nightlife
i blamed it on the high that had started it
i was too young to tell my father just to stop with it
baby, if i told you that i’d cared
you’d have changed and been aware
but lines of mental state showed the opposite
i’m stuck hatin
sat*rday, sunday, monday
guess it’s all the same
[?] me on center stage
visions of gettin’ paid, with feelings of better days
it’s a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin’

sat*rday, sunday, monday
guess it’s all the same
[?] me on center stage
visions of gettin’ paid, with feelings of better days
it’s a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin’

- jay the human

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