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I was
Talking to monster and taking of thief
While i was
Searching for one thing I had never believed
And as I
Scrounged my soul I explored my sins
Then when I
Looked outta window I saw glories underachieved and (x2)
Im 22 I’ve turned into a cool dude with nike shoes
Im highly viewed and introduced as brown crook who is slightly fused
I might be rude and my poetic views says straight what I think of you, one face,
not two, too hard to judge you cartoon
I’m letting you know what I wanna do what I’m gonna do will be outta blue
Im outta door somewhere in woods I can’t grow more on daddy’s food
It kills me good deep in my wounds the fact I can’t do what I should
I could? how I could? I’m mr miss-understood back in my hood
I’ve got a job to relay on, I’ll be lying if i say this all I want
Im trying to tie the bound i broke
First time I found my rhyme I lost
Adolescence and host the ghost most
Wanted dream of all to reach the top
Yeah folks roast it to ya Twitter, post
You’d never know how it is to be alone so crack jokes
I’d never show the tricks to keep it strong better fuck off
Back in autumn I got knocked down in scrotum, i’m at bottom
Yeah, Nobody fucks with the bottom but bottom is the next top
I was
Talking to monster and taking of thief
While i was
Searching for one thing I had never believed
And as I
Scrounged my soul I explored my sins
Then when I
Looked outta window I saw glories underachieved and (x2)
It’s not grammatically fine
Dramatically rhymed
And cleverly grind
To precisely timed
Im hard to find
Im undefined
My wonder lines strikes as a thunder shines
I’m mr prime yeah
Im under debt
My daddy’s bank
All I am left with is 100 cents
How I’m gonna pay my
Dues and tax and rents
Sufficiently stressed
My head process
Thoughts like tie a rope to throat and
Other end to fan
Climb up a bench and wrench
I just can’t
Cuz I live on hope
Someday imma make it top
To my spot
And than it’ll all be under my control
Till then on I’ve gotta keep it strong
I mighta walk alone
To my mom please don’t mourn
Your boy will buy you a home
And these songs are all I got
To leave behind me when I’m gone
I don’t know, why them ladies call me mr Don Juan
I’m brown Snowdon deserve a miss storm
Or.
I was
Talking to monster and taking of thief
While i was
Searching for one thing I had never believed
And as I
Scrounged my soul I explored my sins
Then when I
Looked outta window I saw glories underachieved and (x2)
(OUTTRO)
HAHAHA
How does that feel? It feels so good
Doubt me bitch
To all the haters out there… will be back
It feels so good in here, yeah… you can’t stop me now, i am on my way
I will be back with more… yeah anhan yeah hahahahah…