1kandies - World Cup

This shit right here bout to change lives
I'm bout to change my own life with this one right here
Let's go
Kandies
I'm twenty-four aint got it figured out
I taught myself to tough it out
Thought life was gon' be easy but I didn't take the scenic route
Fuck mom and dad fighting about
Sometimes I wish they'd work it out
Family breaking, egos lifting
What the fuck am I talking about
Boss with narcissistic tendencies
Always fights bout everything
Gaslights and manipulates
Feels right about everything
Ah shit, fuck
Guess that's where I get it from
Guess I'm just like him but he's never right
And I'm never wrong
PTSD, BPD
Hittin harder than ever
Eating dinner at the table feel like the coldest December
I think I'm going manic mode
Don't give a fuck bout the weather
I see my mama getting tired
Keeping her feelings together
I think I just made shit worse
I'm feeling like a lost cause
All the arguing and yelling
Was primarily the cause
Of what was about to happen to me
It was my own doing
Dedicated got a knife and took it to the garage
I'm angry
But I'm still here talking about it
So we can joke about it
Funny to think I ain't no pussy
I would've caught a body
You dumbass hoe
If you don't think I'll go and catch a body
To anybody disrespecting my brother
Fuck it
My bro works hard for what he wants
Never misses a bucket
He bought me new Balenci shoes
And don't flex that he got it
He lent me 5k when I needed
No question about it
And everything that he provides
He don't flex that he bought it
Everything we do is for our sister
It's all in our hands
Late night raising canes
Talking moves, always talking plans
How we gon' make it out this bitch
Making music, rapping shit
One goal down
Three to go
We know we got the upper hand
Just like Madrid and Spain
First goal was crossing country lines
Don't put me in a cage
I'm bout to break
I'm really borderline
Every president we get
Gon' give us papers
Bitch I know you lying
You could keep your job
I don't even want it
Fuck a nine-to-five
But fuck it, it'll do
Just for now I'll work a six-to-nine
Only three hours in that building
But I get like I be working nine
I feel like Rey Mysterio
Every time he hit the six one nine
I'm the greatest Mexican rapper
Without the tats
Number six and nine
Goal number two
Gotta get rich
Get my money up
Paid for the fam to visit places
You only hear about in the World Cup
Vacation Around Réalmont
Out in France
Yeah they know it's us
I spelled out VAR in that last line
You probably missed it, huh
Goal number three
Me and my team
With no video assistance
People with red flags
Like red cards hate from a distance
I get knocked down
I bring it back
I'm very insistent
I get received like Messi did
At the Le Parc des Princes
This the type of shit I be on right now
Don't fuck with me

Written by:
Luis Matias Martinez, Martin Cabello Mejia

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