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My year?
02:40
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You lost the limelight
Need another hit of power
Just to peak is not enough
You seek to conquer every hour of the day
But life is not arranged as such
Now ur falling out of frame slower time has come
So what is left to do but distort N extort your
Special gift already unscrewing every door hinge
People turnin into props for u to toss around
Pleaing to bitches in ur messages to drop it down
Fly her out
Feed her a dream like a movie
Fawning for anything so u must resort to fooling
But she aint fucking with it
U getting really desperate
DIRTY UR NAME FOR SOME PUSSY MAN U GONNA REGRET IT
Golden boy to no one in a matter of a minute
Thats prize for taking advantage of any one woman
In a city that sleep
It wont pass by
And every eye glued shut ima turn that shit wide
Whats the long term consequence of these burns
The genre stapled onto my skin has lost worth
Money stuck its hands in
More people dance but
Its getting harder tryna hear the words they use 2 answer
Sat out a year time and I dont regret it
Cus in my absence everybody turn mo pathetic
Theres 1 writing credit
Why would I need an edit?
Ion need a leader to revise every message I send
So listen here
Aint no instagram story stirring the sauce Up
Aint no secondary page causing exhaustion
Nother dumb question and Im hopping out the potluck
Exit with a middle finger take a box of leftovers
A wine bottle unsober
Why I gotta be the only soldier
In my squad
While the world turns colder
Chips worth less
Bet on black while the goes red
You're obsessed
With pitying every move you make like a contest
Whats the point of hitting the top if you aint sob less?
Whats the point of coming home to no rest
Clothes all over the bed while you rap to death online
Take a second of your own time
Go on let your ego die
If its in your mind Its gotta change
Before u ever sign
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Presence
02:03
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What's the future for a city with a broken sky?
Brush off tragedies for breakfast watch it multiply
They'd rather sink with their belief than take a shot in pride
Thinking the lesson is more weapons brand new ways to die
Our attention is averted brand new ways to hide
Pile bodies onto court cases of others lives
Treat every mishap like the last until we're out of time
Clock is ticking you're still under trance of fluffy dice
We made Private Pyle
We made Postal
We global with it
Got the earth inside a chokehold
Burning forests killing children
Bet it feels weird when you hear it spoken out in diction
This life we're living ends up more reality than
Problem was never intent
Pave the streets with red
Sewers bleeding thru the vents
What is left to make of this
What is left to make of kids dead
What is left to make of scared pigs
What is left to make of hat tricks and
What is left to make of the states
50 Places tracked to decay
What is left to make of the states
50 Placings moving inshape
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3. |
You're mimicking..
04:00
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Being lost bout this long feel like the best high
Smoke clouds everything I assess Im
Stepping thru this plane to the next one
And the more pain faced means more direction
But who the fuck left here mark the ending
The start set off by a pistol round
People with shook hands are quick to turn
Floors made of wax and the roofs gon burn
My gut hurts this is just another lesson learned
Dont find truth in the hands of a bird
Absurd still flying at a top class speed
Roof touching on bomb ass tree
Bring palm to teeth
If u fuck with me or my team
And by team I mean
A backwards me with no Teeth
Just a vision I made
Cus nobody serves me
Living in a castle still Unworthy
Dont Coddle
Its not working
Just taking a walk hope a train might hurt me
But nothings hurting its quiet
Thats just a little harder to digest
I didnt do my part
I cant die yet
Got a little bit in me
Kick hard like a drum turned up 4 db
Burn up 110 Degrees outside
Might melt innis Norcal heat
Its the same damn place all the chaos meet
Know the same city scenes like the back of my hand
Bland architecture take a brutalist stance
Penning long nights looking harder to Curtis
Suddenly find the answer Im searching
In lack of a purpose Define none
Live life like ur gonna see the next one
And take my time but assess it wisely
Stake too much wont treat u Kindly
Bartering an asset thats apart of my life
Sitting across on the fucking wrong side
MOTHERFUCKER I DONT TREAT NICE GET NONE
GOTTA FUCK UP BAD IF ION LIKE U
This is a message to the 21st century
U are granted a pass to resent me
I cant keep good to ur time or date
Gliding on by get high in place
Of my mission
But I find it
Yet again and again
Gripping to a mic
Or drying a pen
Switch to automatic
Like a message it sends
One false move and ur watching the ending
They pay a cost to resent me
Kicked to shoebox now While Im plenty up
In my head at least
We all got the same debt to please
Butting out the frame of a perfect picture
Listen when they preach and u get it quicker
Or stumble like a suicidal rat in drain
Who hopes clawing out feel like a video game
Turning out okay
Despite trivial wrongs
Though a rat in cage cant
Escape from
A
A gunshot
Its all okay
Hold onto me im Strong
U cant beat it out
U cant beat it out
If ya blinded
If ya throwin salt in ya eye
No disguising
Its not where u belong
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