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christian mariconda - journaling the guerrilla كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
reverse the formula capturing my only target
target target target
sometimes the past will use me to hang on by a margin
margin margin margin
it’s so revealing to see all the stains on my carpet
carpet carpet

[verse 1]
scale is tilting only to one side
of memories from time
praying to god baptize miracles
was living on my knees
fearing the change i need
working for no real means
feeling cynical
hey
last war now no more
can’t open new doors
locked in all what for?
smiling in the warehouse hoping for my 15 minutes
fame is coming working forty hours on my limit
dream of screaming out i quit because the music did it
gaining status stimulated by me power tripping
i can be your boss my bank account would say we different
viewing new beginnings make my whip
have windows tinted (say)
all the models in my head
think i know it all makes sense
need a rari plus a benz
keep on wishing for percent
i’m being lazy on my rhymes
so i’m seeing blurry lines
and the past is where i shine
living so behind
[chorus]
reverse the formula capturing my only target
target target target (keep it goin)
sometimes the past will use me to hang on by a margin
margin margin margin
it’s so revealing to see all the stains on my carpet (see all the stains)
carpet carpet

[verse 2]
current war now i open up and engage
strategize every step i’m taking right to the stage
on the road in a zone i have meticulous taste
so my purpose is the process can’t put days into waste
like a child i be smiling when i’m living my truth
don’t have nothing if these stories never start in the booth
forming tactics we adapting to the industry clues
if the cn tower fell what the f_ck do we do?
if louis belts weren’t a sell
and hollywood was in h_ll
and bill gates locked in a cell
if there was no instagram
if everyone took a stand
and donald had a real plan
and rappers don’t fake their brand
i shape and move mothaf_cka
don’t got time for women who flex
found my heart no lies in the flesh
yesterday is gone with no stress
breathing deep i set to refresh
homies cut because i went left
on my map you’ll only see quest
war is present changing on thread
war is present
[outro]
thread (wha) thread
yeah
keep your head on the bullseye feed your focus
bullseye feeds my focus

- christian mariconda

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