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bakalis - vain capitol pt. 1 كلمات الأغنية

dropping every dream for a pot of gold
got em chasing rainbows till they sell their soul
dropping every dream for a pot of gold
got em chasing rainbows till they too old

[verse 1]
dropping every dream for a pot of gold
got em chasing rainbows leaving home like a prodigal
i gotta know, why you wanna throw up two like gotta go
its not in vogue i suppose to grow slow before you go to honor roll
im on it tho, rhymes cooking slow like potted roast
coast to coast doing the most so i can boast in what i compose
bittersweet like sourdough, i’m kinda blown reminding folks
its not what you own when you’re old, its what you own in your soul
what you sow when you’re home alone that’ll grow
into what you groping for when you roaming foreign zones
im scoring tho and h–rding gold, so at what cost
so you can play boss and knock a few broads but you lost your soul
my innermost knows the foremost pros
gave up more than blows from four hoes in the back of a four door closed
lord knows i closed my door to more than a few clothes on my bedpost
sacrifice to have the life that these clones won’t know

[hook]
dropping every dream for a pot of gold
(now everybody throw your hands up high)
got em chasing rainbows till they sell their soul
(now everybody throw your hands up)
dropping every dream for a pot of gold
(now everybody throw your hands up high)
got em chasing rainbows till they too old
(this is a very interesting situation)

[verse 2]
dropping every dream for dead presidents
they ain’t all from queensbridge but they still wanna be represented
and every reverend knows the root of all evil
the love of money right its something like steven seagal lethal
a lotta bald people you got sitting in the church
while my generation out trying to uplift their worth
that ain’t a bad thing if we wasn’t so single minded
but i’m kinda finding we blinded because our minds are blinded
contorted brains distortion of fame and fortune
divorcing our fate for what we formally scorned
disproportionately warned over the forlorn course of when our cores formed
gotta avoid our deformed norms, i pray we ain’t stay the same no more
like underage intercourse or a gorey porn of sorts
who can blame when they conform, open their legs to get em more
metaphor for the stage i’m crying every time a hymen breaks
guess i’m behind the gates, but thats ok, i ain’t wanna play the rat-race anyways

[hook]

- bakalis

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