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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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