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stories - tipp lyrics

{chorus}
let me tell you my stories
all this hard work i go for is like a die for
handle it i’ll be there fo sho
bigger things cut out i’m out for better things
holding in i’m coming in
looting what type of sh*t is that
working hard through our stuff
next thing forward you’ll be stuck
sick how you sit there, clean the f*cking dust
work hard made us work less
can’t take this sh*t what’s next?
robbing banks, can’t let yourself cut checks the f*ck is that
sick to see y’all think that sh*t is a chest
put in effort now y’all made that sh*t look effortless

{verse}
taking it back when they find you
burning sh*t down i know it’s hard to fix but they try too
looking for better days
they be looking at us in a different view
too much together, hoping this could be our effort
people out here heartless like go check up on her
too many breakups for the past year
it’s like a lesson i had to fear
but f*ck we all go through it like a bucket of tears
telling stories how that sh*t feels like it’s in a hurry
hard to see people buried
we all have lives, live it to the best
fix it don’t get it twisted
we all have things we go through, it’s hard for us cause we miss you
had to take that as a lesson
moving forward we hope for the best
when we protest can’t tell if a person gonna shoot
like f*ck what’s up with that loot
can we live out lives like normal human beings
y’all take that sh*t way too far
can’t understand why we all have riots
you causing too much damage
have a lot to maintain, never think this sh*t would be outta line
worrying about the other days that’s in the past
how can i fix myself through a hard task?
covid really hitting but i* give two f*cks about a mask
{chorus}
let me tell you my stories
all this hard work i go for is like a die for
handle it well i’ll be there fo sho
bigger things cut that out i’m out for better things
holding in i’m coming in
looting what type of sh*t is that
working hard through our stuff
next thing forward you’ll be stuck
sick how you sit there, clean the f*cking dust
work hard made us work less
can’t take this sh*t what’s next?
robbing banks, can’t let yourself cut checks the f*ck is that
sick to see y’all think this sh*t is a chest
put in effort now y’all made that sh*t look effortless

- tipp lyrics

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