Corrección Letra hate 4 u par UnoTheActivist

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(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Uno, I killed it

Had to face my fears
Married to my dreams, I got the faith from all my peers
Look me inside my eyes and told me that you love me dearly
Every time we f**king, you always shedding a tear
my dreams, got married to em'
Everybody that don't want me to live, I'm in my rarest form
Knew it was opps outside I told 'em, "I'm coming out prepared for em"
They ain't wanna come in, know I bury one
And they tell me that time heals
And at the same time they telling me time kills
I just need to slow it down, I need some time to build
I'm just tryna' keep it P while I'm playing in the field
Probably saying, it's just time to kill
When I think about it, it give me chills
Will you wait for me on top of them hills?
Will you wait for me on top of the hill?
Carvin' our name inside of the tree like my name was— (Yeah)
Carvin' our name inside the tree like we Jack and Jill
I'll grab you if I wanna know how you feel
If I say I love you then I mean it, look pa**ed the pills
Tryna be focused on you and be focused on M's
They say my eyes rolling back, see myself within
It ain't no going back so I'm toting the FN
If he went home with money, then I hope he can swim
I need a Billy, his Mandy like my name was Grim (Yeah)
I am not from here, I feel just like Invader Zim (Yeah)
For you, for you
I will wait for—
I will wait for—
Why you putting out my business?
Putting out my business like I open up briefcase
Tryna' hit my phone just you can say some fake
I left and came back but you really never with it
Know you didn't wait
I heard you pulled up to the house, it was too late
I already moved into the house across the lake
You text my phone, like, do I ever catch a break?
You know the only thing you breaking is my heart
Every time we get into it, you say it's my fault
Get it together before we tear ourselves apart
And they say it's music, I telling em', "It's my art"
This money comin' in fast, it caught me off guard
And I can only imagine, that go how far
I couldn't give a f**k 'bout your feelings, not saying sorry
You give a f**k about my feelings, you did, but hardly
You told me you was gon' ride, you was gon' be my Harley
The joke is up on you, b*t*h, this vision not foggy

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