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Nathaniel (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Go and find him, ‘cause this may be the only chance you have to.
To redefine him.
And mold him into something that you find beautiful.
And ever since I’ve been here you’ve done nothing but hold him down and make him live in this world that you have somehow created.
But what about him?
It’s just about the time they’d sit you down, they run their sickness through your mind.
They tell you everything’s gonna be just fine until then.

Go and rescue him.
‘Cause this may be the only change you have to, to redifine him.
And mold him into something that you find beautiful.
And ever since I’ve been here, you’ve done nothing but hold him down and make him live in your life.
And what about him?
It’s just about the time they’d sit you down, they run their sickness through your mind.
They tell you everything’s gonna be just fine until…

And oh, I’m getting better, I’m better with you.
And oh, I’m getting better, with or without you.
And oh, I’m getting better, I’m better now that I have seen those things you hide from me…
And oh, I’m getting better, better with you.
And oh, I’m getting better, with our without you.
And oh, I’m getting better, better now that I have finally seen those things you hide from me,
They run the sickness through your mind.

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Fingertight

Fingertight

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Shit man
Nigga gotta go on the got down
Get the shit straight when i got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down

Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk-ass c.o.’s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o’clock cookin nappy grits
I’m a g from c.p. i can’t take the shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I’m used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some "sir, yessir, left right left"
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends, cryin jesus, swear they saved
Niggaz better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I’m surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don’t have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks
I can’t wait til the day they let me go
So i can eat some steak and shrimp
Grab a mic, and bust a flow
I’m audi 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that i get out

I’m out man