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budreau - a pull from the coffin nail كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: budreau]
when competition chooses to glisten, whistle for me
until then, suits and flutes with champagne’ll begin the pourin’
drizzle mornings build a rhythm for more life and where the greater picture forms in
but dusk to dawn is a sh_t performance
that’s zilch, such zigzag work, zero kind of persistent morphin’
while my enemies are catching those z’s
i’m over here asking closely:
“are there times when i’m truly afraid? i suppose so.” like mister morgan
pistol warnings in the sky for those who come equipped with jordan’s and test their inner organs
racing against the clock when your end is still a forfeit?
i mean getting a win’s important, especially when you came from grit and torment
spoiled at times but knew my life was filled with bitter moments
had to witness the growth, thank god i got that sh_t recorded

[verse 2: budreau]
amateur youtuber: videos were huge bloopers in my life. still reflect on em more than speculum metal. spectacle rebel since crafting those cardboard handguns
realistic enough for a hardcore manhunt
run from police with jums or stuffed in a jug wasn’t me: nerf wars with guns sounded sweet
lengthy haired nerd eager to please his fans and a camera made it real, praise to jesus, man
to connect with ‘em further, i offered tutorials
for my service, was viewed like a war hero
paper rifles put ‘em in the cycle of euphoria; just how my story goes
grateful for the views and comments, whether it was truth or nonsense
made me prepare for the criticism on all my music concepts
channel’s a decade old, hope my rap career is triple that
at least enough so my parents can witness where my wisdoms at
[verse 3: budreau]
field labor was run of the mill
my sh_t sticks, unlike the fun from a pill
growth from a wee little seed til fuming off others leads me to senility
having a crack at it depends on the mindset
suppose it’s bad luck if y’all digest my sh_t
part of me wants to filter out the toxins until what remains is a silver shroud to fall in
gassin’ him up? take it outside
when i rap these paper tubes, understand they kept me bound tight
here to alpine, take a sound bite from anyone and learn others only use him in their downtime
on the exterior, i fit the criteria
but put a fire under my ass and i’m sure to bury ‘em
don’t misuse me when issues ensue or it’s true, you’ll see where tissue’s tend to
a pull from the coffin nail will be the concluding push for the final nail in a coffin, monorail towards your offspring
train of thought was way off course, where’s the wisdom at?
hope y’all get a buzz off my sh_t instead of cigarettes

- budreau

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