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Cesar Santalo - You Gotta текст песни

Исполнитель: Cesar Santalo

альбом: You Gotta


Why's your mind up all in my business
Can you please not bother me
You've got eyes on every corner
Can you please just let me breathe
And your words got me all trapped up
Like baby please just set me free
I just feel like i'm the prisoner to a heartbroken thief
And when i find my way up out of this
I'm gonna set in stone
You'll gon' feel a lot of pity
You'll gon' live this life alone
Yes i said it before baby how'd it get to this degree
Ain't no room up herе upon for this tables' set for me
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
See i won't fall victim to your agony
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
Undеrstand that this tables' set for me
She don't abide to all these terms and conditions
We standing on separate sides and acting like oppositions
But i tried overlooking to forget how i felt
But the worst lies that we saying are the ones to ourselves
And i want to move on past from this
To see how i atone
But you just moving back on it and ain't been acting grown
I'm saying all the right things and leaving you alone
So how the hell can i be in the wrong yeah
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
See i won't fall victim to your agony
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
Understand that this tables's set for me
I get what i get and i live how i'm living
I'm pouring up on the side
I got two cups of ambition
But i tried
To put her in the past i'm wishing her well
And if you ask me now who's better
Then just look for yourself
Seeing i'm always looking forward tryna find piece of mind
But she tracks me down when her card hits decline
I said all the right things and left you alone
So how the hell can i be in the wrong yeah
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
See i won't fall victim to your agony
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
Understand that this tables' set for me
One of my prophesies not to fight this feeling
Let it through is season so much salt don't I get season,season greetings
Hop up the wig long heir like Jesus
How come your bitch get speared all weekend
Match up the clip get spread for twerking
Left you all bleeding
Drain the pocket make it tures
Not to beat a dead horse bru
I hear your voice you gat hous
Keep it steady you gat to go slow
Fill my body with the go,go
Do the shit that only lord knows
Anyone else will be a no,no
I save a spot that says so low
What I do to get my hands clean
I can tell you love me
Only we no
I can tell you love me
By the green go
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
See i won't fall victim to your agony
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
Understand that this tables' set for me

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