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Love me gently to the darkness Can it be, can it be Can it be, can it be True love again? Yeah Can it be? (Can it be?), I’m lookin' back at the past me Thinkin', "What the fuck happened?," happiness was a fallacy Practically trapped in a pattern of saddened apathy Sat in the back of the class, just tryna get away from normality (Uh-huh) Askin' questions but nobody is answering So I answered them myself, got my self-esteem shattering Couple that with the fact I was gaslit and dragged By my motherfuckin' Dad every othеr fuckin' Saturday (Yeah) Any friend I had endеd up backstabbin' me So I became acclimatized to every time it happened to me I was comfortably uncomfortable with the tragedy (Huh) I stayed where I was and where I felt that I had to be And it damaged me so badly, kinda fucked my reality I was so far gone, nothin' ever really mattered to me (Yeah) 'Til I took that shit and flipped it and it actually Began to start workin' in my favor, now here we are A brand new me The true test of a man is how he takes defeat When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete Letras de cancionesEither continue with resentment and you stay that weak Or maybe realize you're not everything you claim to be (Can it be?) The true test of a man is how he takes defeat When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak Or you gon' show them motherfuckers what they came to see (Oh-oh-oh) Only a cosign if I do it for free Otherwise, don't mean I approve what you speak Dollar signs in it, then intuitively I'ma go into the stu then spew it, then leave Makes a lot of sense, you ruin a beat Destroy it, they try to look through the debris For some bullshit to speak, you not truant as me But I school you regardless, you due for the week Envision the future, me and Aaron Load the clip in the Ruger, it's apparent We the lyrical fugitives, an arrand Just to hit and abuse ya like a parent I'm lucky my dad was hands off Guess it's better than hands on Go swing at me, take a handsaw And cut my legs, I'll dance on! R-W-I, Y-E-O, any other guy on the mic, he knows He does us wrong, he's a likely foe You really don't want it, you might be toast Out of all the verses I have wrote And all the songs that I compose Never once have I been low So make sure doors are tightly closed You right, me and Cusa the Partners In Crime But see, Aaron and I are like Bonnie and Clyde It's so crooked the way you get robbed of your pride But no body in sight that the cops gonna find Self-worth, I can write the deposit When it's needed, I'll make a withdrawal So much drip you can liken to faucets When I'm leakin', turn your drive to a stall What happens when you pull a mic in a fight? You go back on the pad, then it might end in draw Won't win fucker, more feisty than all Want beef? Then you shouldn't be surprised when it's raw Petty shit escalates, might get a call When you were just chillin' with your wife in the mall Pretty risky when a life is involved Fuckin' with the wrong one then you likely to fall The true test of a man is how he takes defeat When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak Or maybe realize you're not everything you claim to be (Can it be?) The true test of a man is how he takes defeat When he sits there in his sadness when the day is complete Either continue with resentment and you stay that weak Or you gon' show them motherfuckers what they came to see (Oh-oh-oh) Can it be? From Letras Mania