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Lyrics:
Minds Of The Hype.
Ya see, I haven’t been doing so well, to be fucking honest. How about I tell you about it, or maybe, nah, let’s talk about it. I’ll talk about it at least, your response or not is your choice. Damn.
Uh, precarious positions. Minds Of The Hype, I finds up in my pipe, dream that gleam, I seem to be haunted now. Cause I was slacking, does packing in my scheme so wow? Not how ya do it, I blew it, I knew that shit. Taunted out my window, off the smoke like indo. Cough and choke tho’ o’vo’, nothing, I am bluffing. If this isn’t clear, ya hear what the fuck I hear. Precarious Positions, nefarious commissions. Placed on my head I dread, I’ll have bled red dead. That’s the truth, but wait, only in the booth. Or is the sleuth, finding my binding of a hated youth. Leads to this, I pleads the fifth and don’t tell. How I’m piss poor for sure in the mental, I ain’t with well. Just a rental, my brain doesn’t even feel. Like my own, I’m grown to hone myself to jail.
Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.
Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.
Alright, time to stop overcomplicating, y’all might be the reason I go stomp on hating. That ain’t mating, well wit’ the shit I gel, lit spit of tales from my fly avails, the season of off the rails. I’ve failed some, I’ve sailed some, I do it by, putting myself out there, shutting down a clown near, my area, telling him he dim and ain’t hysteria, causing, yet bet I’m pausing cause I clearly am. Letting them more than rarely damage my self image. Minds Of The Hype, binds as I type. Self Questioning, digesting when I speak, leave me to reek. I heave up a peak point, still feel a weak joint. I’ve gotta lotta self this, self that. My quota is to note the issues that I self gat. I splat all flat like a door mat, you’re at no tissues, cause my issues done used them up, confusing stuff.
Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.
Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.
Lashing out, crashing doubt it crazes me. Amazes me how it be taking and breaking me. Blazing beats with heats, that ain’t my thing no more. Man, shut up, get up, and up the score. Yup I’m all for, sure ways of self expression. But making these is faking G’s of no succession. It’s a battle again, that’ll not just be the pen on pad, but rather tether between seen so sad, in jail, been hail in my forecast. They send mail through it all and reach out to call, but your past love ain’t of concern to me. I learn to see that I just burn what be. Opportunity, I stop the unity. Minds Of The Hype, kinds of the snipe. That self inflict, self sin picked, I need to, get off my phone, jet off from prone triggers that I feed through.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap