Correction Paroles Kitten blues par Lausse The Cat

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At 11:30 AM:
Hey, just wanted to do some... I know what you want to hear... um.. I'm really sorry. I'd really appreciate if you didn't do anything [?] anything. I told you I [?] your... but um... I don't know how I feel. I'm lost just as much and thats why I wanted to take a few days... It'll just [?] a few days. I don't want sh*t with you because I want to maintain a really good relationship. I know I've really f**ked up with him, you everything...I know you're not chasing me, you've got better sh*t to do. I know that you're over me and please don't answer, please don't try and call me [?]. I don't know what else to say, like I'm just really sorry. I keep f**king up and I just don't want to in my life [?]. Please undеrstand... I'll call you tomorrow night. 'Til then whatever, lеts just leave it... 'Cause honestly I know you wanna know what I'm thinking, how I feel. But I don't know how I f- I dont know-

Shouts out Don Papa
Sleepless nights make the beats sound dapper
Beats from Leeds and the speech from Clapham
Feet on ground and my deets at NASA

This peach once had a feline chatter sweet lines he's in
It's the key chimes sadder sold still
Some that I reached unflattered
Others ain't fussed
Goin nibble on some other roll pills
Pelican arrives
Chimes in my mind got me belling up my guys
Lucy wants to link up
Tell her come on time
class to come fast
And i'm begging on the line
Come on honey, tell what's on your mind
Said i'm not the type of guy to go and talk about my problems
Unless it's on some songs 'cos
If I mention that I slept with my ex
She won't wanna hear my nonsense
And nothing's on my conscience
But my ex has got a boy and we sexed all week
I've been left all coy
We done slept in sheets
She done left in
Piece of her man for the weekend
That's kinda f**ked but

Shouts out Don Papa
Sleepless nights make the-
f**k this sh*t mate
These nights make my sweet side knackered
Order a pizza, gin, tea, some weed and blackout
Fee fi fo fum, it's time for Tinder
Need some rum and coke to make my dumb dim mind dimmer
Put my uni application in the litter
27 grand is 20 steps closer to a bimmer
Still roll, yeah

Shouts out Don Papa
Blah blah, yeah mate your beats sound dapper
Me, my head's in Clapham
Feet in Leeds, and my heart's in NASA

Lausse the Kitten ft Nix on the keys and Cheekbones Tricky on the bass, bass, bass

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