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• Artiste: Ibn Inglor
• Titre: Chambers
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Let's bring it back together Let's bring it back together Let's bring it back together I swear we so under pressure Let's bring it back together Let's bring it back together Let's bring it back together I swear we so under pressure I swear this love never gets us I swear this love never give up Acid tricks that always tricked us The last of this will always end us We ended all on the last biz So bad, we all can't remember You left us all on the indo' You threw up on all the windows No, no, no, no, no I lost it, I can't get it back, what the cost is? Fuck all this art shit. Don't give a fuck about y'all shit But all this talk about what I'm on All I see is just what I'm on All we see is my comin' strong We just so fuckin' young The youth is just so fuckin' dumb So fucked up, don't fuckin' run Don't run from the troubles, You won't succumb The chambers for it now The chambers for it now You asked for it, now you got it Nigga, once lost, cause I'm bout it, nigga Can't change the course, but I'll explain later This path I'm on got some strange haters This trap I'm on got the worst phrasin' Niggas hate to see me gain wavers Niggas fake who seeing game favors And I owe you shit, I don't owe yo moma, nigga I don't owe yo bitch, I don't owe yo fam I don't owe yo click, but you all holdin' my dick And you all wanna work now. Let all work, accept foul That applaude's only your house And the news all in my hood, just hope them shooters Off in them woods point blank I ain't rid a motherfucker, a'ight? I ain't kiddin', I ain't playn, I ain't