Songtext Terms Slowthai

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Forgive me for, forgive me for whatà?
For everything I've ever wanted to do
Hahaha

I woke up and came to terms with it (Yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (Oh, no matter)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (Shit)
(Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player)
I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms, yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (No matter what)
Whatever works, it could b? worse, shit could be worse
(Catch m?, catch me at the Saint John's, run no game on 'em)

The more the merry, celebrate, confetti
Killin' adversary over somethin' petty
Mind the debree, come get a degree
Never went to uni, street educated
Never lose sleep, slaughter the sheep
I am the shepherd, minimum effort
Required but people relyin' on me
National treasure, try buryin' me
Tried to pick a rose but it's got thorns (Thorns)
They be judgin' me like I got horns (Haha)
When we die, we don't respawn
Can't, can't form, gotta absorb (Blaow)
Pitbull and it's got lockjaw
Let it off the leash, bet it run for the trees
Blood on the leaves, teeth for your jeans
Bein' a bitch just ain't in my jeans

Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player, man
Catch me at the Saint John's, smoke, loced out
Make, make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player, man
Catch me at the Saint John's, smoke, loced out

I woke up and came to terms with it (Yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (Oh, no matter)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (Shit)
(Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player)
I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms, yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (No matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse
(Catch me, catch me at the Saint John's, run no game on 'em)

Every day a bad hair day (Why me?)
Wrong side of the bed with a migraine
Need ibuprofen
Instead, I smoke zoots, tryna reboot
Tryna get loot but a snake in my boot
Never push a man who's got nothing to lose
I'm supposed to be grateful for nothing? (No)
Grateful made you turn nothin' to somethin'
Smokin' my troubles away
My early grave, don't resuscitate (Brrt)
Early but ways
Catches the one then reverse to his base, regurgitates (Pow, pow)
And nothing has changed
Do it the again and I do it the same again and again
If I numb the pain, I ain't the same
Add fuel to the flame, won't show you our pain

I woke up and came to terms with it (Yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (Oh, no matter)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (Shit, yeah)
(I-I)
I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms, yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (No matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse
(Catch me, catch me at the Saint John's, run no game on 'em)

Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player, man
Catch me at the Saint John's, smoke, loced out
Make, make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player, man
Catch me at the Saint John's, smoke, loced out (Bitch can't run no game on)