Corrección Letra Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk par GoldLink

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Simple answers, bring no worry
Me laying low, with you near me
Stuck in between, you and my dreams
Faded from us, I'm deep in sings, say woah, oh, oh
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours

I'ma sicko in this rap sh*t
On road, I'm active
GoldLink so rare, boy, they treat that n***a like a bad b*t*h
Riding 'round wit that stick hid when I lift sh*t, leave that top bit Then I analog with my left hand hit the C-stick then I hit stick
Come up off that green, b*t*h
I don't wanna make no scene
Roll with them Southwest wild n***as lookin' like a team
Red Bindy on your forehead, that sh*t lookin' like a beam
Free my n***a Big Solo, free Nahom, that's the team, that's on me

Simple answers, bring no worry
Me laying low, with you near me
Stuck in between, you and my drеams
Faded from us, I'm deep in sings, say woah, oh, oh
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours
Yesterday was just rеally a trial run
So today it gon' get real serious
She was like, "Oh my God, you must be real curious"
I was like, "Yeah, yeah, I must be real furious"
Frustrated 'cause you been playin', playin' with that pu**y
She was like, "Oh my God, girl, are you with me?"
Breakin' my eyes before he took it now
Ain't no surprise when he come come around
Knock, knock

Ghetto church music for my yutes
My partner growin' up said, "When you flash it, better shoot"
My shooter always told me, "Don't you worry 'bout the truth'
The truth is the music business f**ked up since "Crew"
I went from not having it all to having it all in a day
Then I got everything then my soul started fading away
n***a so famous, my whole city start feeling a way
n***a so famous, that when he post the world feeling a way
Remember Soulection me? Remember 2014?
Remember them double XL n***as who hotter than me?
Now the hood love me, the Blackest women they riot for me
Grammy's on Grammy's, Grammy's on Grammy's like n***as OD'd
n***a please
Simple answers, bring no worry
Me laying low, with you near me
Stuck in between, you and my dreams
Faded from us, I'm deep in sings, say woah, oh, oh
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours (Say woah, oh, oh, oh)
I'm Into feeling yours

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