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I pick a lot of locks
Rock a lot of shows
Build with the moms
Hang with a broken crows
Been hurting the same heart since I was like 2
I use sarcasm freely
Bark at the greedy
Bite what feeds
Shy from the seedy
I'm bold in approach
So rely on the hope that average MCs cant fuck with or sound like me
I've never down with The King
It's never something I wanted to be
Never better than the work, than the toil and reap
But the work for the wants, not to suffer for the needs
Nothing's tougher than the
Dreams and good sleep
Teaching my son how to reach
Damn right
Cause it get a little darker every night
And the rent goes up and they cutting out the
Dead ends to chase
Feelings to fake
New hearts to break
Amends to make
They all so
Afraid and safe
In need of space
But hugging that crowd
Only shake with the quake
And a times like this are up
We break their stride cause we break our mirrors
They hugging that pride like its all there is
We make our own and if they don't feel it
Then we are not for them (and that's cool)
I made this beat for Alegra Oxborough
She showed me how to do the thing with the cups
I wrote the verse on a triple-double-Tuesday
Writing in the van in the back lot
I never made it in
Never really can tell the friends these days
Telephone don't sleep some days
Someday I'ma be peaceful again
'Til then keep speech to a min
Shed a little skin
I'ma bet it all and win
I'ma set it off and run
I'ma kill it 'til its dead
I'ma do it 'til it
Ain't fun and the words don't come
Then I'm gonna find another hobby
Probably find love
Probably find trust
81 young with a little bit of rust
Clean interior
Minnesota plates
Money in the bank with a lot of you to thank
Relate to the
Dead ends to chase
Feelings to fake
New hearts to break
Amends to make
They all so
Afraid and safe
In need of space
But hugging that crowd
Only shake with the quake
And a times like this are up
(Up for whatever, how are you?)
We break their stride cause we break our mirrors
They hugging that pride like its all there is
We make our own and if they don't feel it
Then we are not for them (we cut our own)
Dead ends to chase
Feelings to fake
New hearts to break
Amends to make
They all so
Afraid and safe
In need of space
But hugging that crowd
Only shake with the quake
And a times like this are up
Dead ends to chase
Feelings to fake
New hearts to break
Amends to make
They all so
Afraid and safe
In need of space
But hugging that crowd
Only shake with the quake
And a times like this are up
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