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A song I wrote to a beat I made.
Its been a bad one, its been a long night
You were the wrong one, Im in the wrong right?
I tried to scream oh lord but the preacher
Contorted his features, Cut the cord no neither
You Nor he said a word, followed by the bird
Isnt it absurd, Im ever so perturbed
And even when the words, are coming out slurred
I feel the inquisition isnt something I deserve
For the life of me, I tried to pay the piper but the price too steep
see the rice might burn but the limes still keep
Either I might learn or I might just creep to the garden
I can see the roses the prose has fallen
ya nose might itch till these hoes quit callin I know
You wanna be cold my darlin, but its okay let it go just bawl and cry
Cry, cuz everythings a lie, when you been feelin tough
cuz aint nobody tough. And aint nobdy bad although everybody sin
we were born good so you let the world win, I forget the whirlwind
That we livin in, even though we spin in it, im witnessin the difference
it really isnt intricate. You dont gotta let them women in, dog
Its a dividend skip to the middle get lost in the wilderness
God isnt infinite wrong, I was thinking bout yall when I'd written this song
Okay, I was thinking about my day, I was thinking about a way to shake the cobwebs away
I realized that the evil in your eyes wasnt even a surprise when youre seein thru the lies>
I realized that the reason I despise the defeat and the demise, is cuz youll never even let yourself cry.
Imagine that, this my habitat love,
you can laugh at that, it really doesnt matter that much.
Ive been aware for too long, time to benefit
Long time degenerate, Wrong I am never then
We, are never gon be, whatever we'd be.
You locked up in a cage you could Let yourself free.
I let myself out, I threw away the key
At the end of the day rather you than me.
Its a gas though, living with the damned and the assholes.
Diggin in the sand till my back broke, spitting in my hands till the rats choked gaggin
Draggin myself where I cant go, damned if I still stayed.
Hand on a switchblade, cats in the bag as we planned out the kids names
Damn its a big shame darlin the issue, always Ill miss you but youll stay wrong till you ball up those tissues.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap