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aw shit - gatsby global & deante’ hitchcock lyrics

[intro: deante’ hitchc*ck]
another day, another f*ckin’ chance to get it, right? (uh)
why i ain’t felt this motivated in all my f*ckin’ life? (brrt)
a n*gga feelin’ like god ain’t finna let me live it twice (uh*uh)
told n*ggas: “seize the day, ’cause you could die tonight” (okay)
while i find me a couple blessings in the form of lessons (hey, man)
my n*gga, i was out here stressin’, sh*t was gettin’ hectic
i still ain’t got me no answers, but i got all these questions
shh, haha, young n*gga, all i needed was direction

[verse 1: deante’ hitchc*ck]
ooh, hey, f*cked around and i got it
ooh, hey, had to get out my head
almost thought i was dead, i was feelin’ robotic
ooh, hey, i was gone of the liq’, for real
they tryna get me on oath but i’m silent, hey
shout out to my designer, hey, all praise due to the highest
hey, whoa, i gotta get it, that’s one thing for certain and two things for sure, sure, sure
father forgive for all of my sin, and i swear i ain’t know, know, know
i was trippin’ but knew i was different, knew that sh*t from the go
hey, i always had the glow, then i f*cked around and became the goat
wee, woo

[chorus: deante’ hitchc*ck]
aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t (aw, aw, aw)
aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t (aw, aw, aw)
aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t (aw, aw, aw)
god d*mn, man
aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t (aw, aw, aw)
aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t (aw, aw, aw)
aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t, aw sh*t (aw, aw, aw)
god d*mn, man

[verse 2: deante’ hitchc*ck]
i been too quiet, i needed more problems (shh)
lost in my thoughts, i was searchin’ for something not knowing that sh*t was inside of me
at the top of the pyramid makin’ dollars and see why them n*ggas was eyein’ me
hey, eyein’ me, jee
they was sleepin’ on me back then, but now they can’t seem to get tired of me
i know my grandmama proud of me, i feel the smile on me all the way up from heaven
i talk to the lord like the reverend
sometimes i be rantin’, but god love the rant like i’m kevin
my folks’ in the hoods like the evans
waitin’ on my to blow like dynamite and i can’t let ’em down
i done been down before so i’ma ball ’til i fall outta bounds, you know
life what you make it, so what you make it?
f*ck all that waitin’, you want it, go take it
except for the rapin’, we don’t do no rapin’
shout out to my ladies, ’cause these n*ggas’ crazy
and my momma raised me, she had at [?]
and no matter how old i get, i’m always a baby
for all that she gave, i could never repay her
sh*t, i’ma try for as long as it take, man
the point that i’m makin’ is this
uh, make you a list of material treasures
then sign it and sit it inside of a letter
and rip that sh*t up, because none of it matters
go look in the mirror and people you cherish
when your peace of mind start to look like it’s gone
that’s what it’s at, what you need to get back to
been right there in front of your face all along

- gatsby global deante hitchcock lyrics

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