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Yung Beethoven - Lovely Entertainment Lyrics



Yung Beethoven - Lovely Entertainment Lyrics




Listenin' to my songs, rollin' up in the backseat
Trapping 'til I'm dead sounds good if you ask me
I'm running this race I feel like a f*cking athlete
Listen to this beat so you can hear my heart beat
I will not give up till I do f*cking succeed
Livin' in a city that still feels kinda empty
Can't do a thing about it, it controls me
Listen to this beat so you can hear my heart beat
Not gonna stop till the world puts me asleep, yeah

Love and hate will sure be trading in this lovely entertainment
I'm writing bars down now on this paper, see me livin' while I'm fadin'
Looking for replacement
Now I'm writing these songs just to feel something
Too long I've been just feeling nothing
Vibin' in my room, I'm turning up the volume, yeah

Damn shit I feel sorry for
All the damn time in the past years
I've been lingering in the shadows
Of my trapped and unexpressed fears
As it appears
I've been too long on my own or in my own head
To lazy to go to therapy is why I write tracks
Really think I figured it out, no more steps back
Listening to myself I used to hate that
Yeah I used to hate that
Now it feels like I'm finally climbing I
Was left in a bad spot all the time
Now people who think they know me are getting to know me
And ever so slowly, everything turns alright
I'm finna gonna blow up like some dynamite
This ain't for you, this shits for me, if you don't mind
With every song I finish I feel so satisfied
Seems like the stars have aligned

Love and hate will sure be trading in this lovely entertainment
I'm writing bars down now on this paper, see me livin' while I'm fadin'
Looking for replacement
Now I'm writing these songs just to feel something
Too long I've been just feeling nothing
Vibin' in my room, I'm turning up the volume, yeah
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Listenin' to my songs, rollin' up in the backseat
Trapping 'til I'm dead sounds good if you ask me
I'm running this race I feel like a f*cking athlete
Listen to this beat so you can hear my heart beat
I will not give up till I do f*cking succeed
Livin' in a city that still feels kinda empty
Can't do a thing about it, it controls me
Listen to this beat so you can hear my heart beat
Not gonna stop till the world puts me asleep, yeah

Love and hate will sure be trading in this lovely entertainment
I'm writing bars down now on this paper, see me livin' while I'm fadin'
Looking for replacement
Now I'm writing these songs just to feel something
Too long I've been just feeling nothing
Vibin' in my room, I'm turning up the volume, yeah

Damn shit I feel sorry for
All the damn time in the past years
I've been lingering in the shadows
Of my trapped and unexpressed fears
As it appears
I've been too long on my own or in my own head
To lazy to go to therapy is why I write tracks
Really think I figured it out, no more steps back
Listening to myself I used to hate that
Yeah I used to hate that
Now it feels like I'm finally climbing I
Was left in a bad spot all the time
Now people who think they know me are getting to know me
And ever so slowly, everything turns alright
I'm finna gonna blow up like some dynamite
This ain't for you, this shits for me, if you don't mind
With every song I finish I feel so satisfied
Seems like the stars have aligned

Love and hate will sure be trading in this lovely entertainment
I'm writing bars down now on this paper, see me livin' while I'm fadin'
Looking for replacement
Now I'm writing these songs just to feel something
Too long I've been just feeling nothing
Vibin' in my room, I'm turning up the volume, yeah
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Writer: Patrick Warzecha
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Yung Beethoven - Lovely Entertainment Video
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Performed By: Yung Beethoven
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Patrick Warzecha

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