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• Artiste: Kota the Friend
• Titre: Avery's Interlude
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They don't even know the half Just so they could eat, you was scraping up your last And you was feeling down, but that smile was the mask And you put all your energy in tryna get this cash, yeah Naked in the middle of the street while they stoned you All that fucking pain, just want someone to hold you Strangers tryna tell you who you are as if they know you I'm open with my scars, if you listen, I can show you Cold, cold world for the Black man Tryna be a dad through resistance All you hear is, "This nigga ain't never taking care of his kids" Why don't you listen to the story of somebody that is? And don't nobody really give a fuck what you need, you a man Don't nobody think that you bleed, it's off brand I envy women 'cause I feel like y'all can cry so quick And I just wanna do the same, but my eyes don't drip I wanna cry like rivers and the Nile like Telling you what I like, telling you what I'm like What my inner child like, what my inner sky like When I wasn't vocal, what was happening in my life? But my pain ain't real, I'm only good enough to pay her bills I'm on this track to display my feels She told me straight to my face I am only a bank I seen all they true colors, Heaven, show me the way And so today I'm finna do everything that I love and spend the day with my son And fly us out to the West, I got a crib on a beach Don't hit me about a check, don't hit me about a fee We kicking it at the spa, got "Summerhouse" on repeat I'm smiling at baby boy, he smiling right back at me I really don't give a fuck if it is taking my piece Not sitting here to be judged, don't point your finger at me But point it at yourself, bitch This season, I've been feeling hella fucking selfish Hella fucking savage Heli-fucking-copter take us out to Catalina I be dancing 'round the world like a fucking ballerina You was Tweeting "Fuck Kota," I was out in Pasadena Doing yoga in a park 'til I had to feed the meter I'm confessing like a sinner, don't mistake me for a preacher Get my own damn flowers, make a promise, I'ma be my peace