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biinjo - a poet with no grasp of reality كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i’m going to do this entire song in a single take
i know i said i wasn’t gonna do anymore, but
this one means something to me
ok

[verse]
i’m convinced that my passive thoughts
are actively arguing and aggress how i act and talk
you met with a stone_cold gaze if you walk past me
and half of my idols were terrible people i can’t believe had passed me
picked up plenty of artists who tryna spark with me
who turn out bein ‘ pr_cks but hold a mask behind they artistry
i used to slaughter beats but picked up habits, some of carvin’
mean names into my skin, watch how this artist bleeds
talkin’ down on thе kid, but i come calm and clean
thesе people say they don’t believe, but you ain’t k!llin’ dreams
that’s just the motivator, b_tch, i’ve gone from knockin’ beer bottles back
to stompin’ up on stage, watch how this artist breathes
tough times and turmoil, i’ve gone through it all
long highs and rough lows, that flag came in strong
sing songs to lighten the load
but now i’m rappin’ how i’ve hurt and people beggin’ for more
i felt dumbstruck, a poet who posin’ as something more than a
dumbf_ck, my brain’s unfolded a couple stories, by a
dumb luck, i found some people who noticed me for more than_
(where am i going with this?)
i’m a writer who’s got some good ideas laid in the tuck
reach for my pen and pad, and i’ll leave you in the dust
used to write while inebriated from dawn to dusk
but i couldn’t stand the feeling of smoke filling my lungs
couple hobbies that i had to drop for what i loved
stopped all of the habits that hurt who i’d become
dropped a few friends and a girl i thought i needed
but the bleedin’ didn’t stop till i’d had enough
writing these classics since i was young
but in public, i’m bitin’ tongue
i couldn’t expose the art that i’m makin’, or what’s to come
but finally growin’ up helped me notice i’m goin’ numb
months and months of workin’ on myself, the pain had dumbed down
now i’m p_ssed off, wanted to roll a spliffy and drift off
but i left that flower in the soil, i was better off sober
smokin’ every waking moment made me lose composure
couldn’t even live a single day, it felt like torture
now i got some new ways of copin’
no need for that smokin’, occasion? i’m open
but i was stuck inside the ring with that mary jane
she was throwin’ thumpers, had me laid out, and who’s to blame?
addiction fought back harder than i’d imagined
and now that i have combat it, i’m happy with takin’ action
and every passin’ day, i’ve been passively movin’ past it
i’m packin’ my things and leavin’ these habits all on the back end
a few months, i had fizzled out
focused on the things i didn’t think i had figured out
ex_b_tch hurt me, but still ringing my digits every other night
a fight was how i thought we could settle down
sick of these heartbroken songs on the past ’bout people i don’t give a f_ck ‘bout
i wanna rewrite a story on sh_t i love now
work k!llin’ me slowly, but i’ll just push the luck now
best way to deal with feeling like i’m gettin’ thrown out
hurt to the core that old friends that i don’t know now
still talkin’ bad on me, but i got some hope now
knowin’ i’mma be a big name while they still play
sh_t by a dude who used to badmouth they whole crowd

- biinjo

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