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ckl - waste كلمات الأغنية

[instrumental: epik high – over]

[intro]
ckl yo
i’m a f-cking waste bro
f-ck everything

[verse 1]
in my, mind, i’m lebron without the confidence
in my, rhymes, i’m 2pac without the content
ill never be content with my life and decisions
achieving nothing with my low level of provisions
regarding care for myself and all of those around me
wish i could be saved, but no one has ever found me
to be worth anything, im priceless and worthless
should curse less, but stress makes me want to confess
that im a mess, a wreck, come off brutally savage
not a personality trait, but emotional baggage
tried to salvage the good parts, but i found none
no proficiency with tools cept myself and fake guns
digital professional, but dont translate to success
cl1cking pixels individual, can’t pick self from this rest
that’s been lifelong, gave it all up years ago
can’t hear the flow, watching the stream but it froze
ironic how my life has been at a stand still
when i got disorder hyperactive that should cancel
and i can’t still be rapping about the same old sh-t
people gettin bored tho they dont hear the lyrics
that depict a story that should never be gone through
still not slew, just failing cl-sses and debts accrue
moral comp-ss hit a magnet, lost direction in living
200 dollars later, im mediocrely spitting
and days crawl by as i suffer slings and arrows
that rain from bows cruel and small minds narrow
im just a scarecrow, outstanding in my field
only vultures notice, but thats the crop that i yield

[hook]
i dont know what i should do
when all my decisions just lead to moot
and everything i try just is in vain
and im about to cut mine open im just sayin

[verse 3]
everytime i open my mouth, more pollution comes out
might be from t–th-staining cigs or the bullsh-t i spout
no real knowledge in anything, im a ten of all trades
born second round pick bound to be sent to the spades
pen mightier than the sword, dont agree with that
doesnt matter either way, my blood already runs black
took my meds for a while and thought i was right on track
took a step back, belief hardened that im just a hack

[verse 4]
who has a knack to talk a big f-ck ton of smack
while wishing inside that he’d od’d on that
with a rope on his sleeve and a needle hypodermic
filled with white china like mirror of this hermit
who thinks skin-deep and shallower than a puddle
called out on everything, but can’t offer any reb-ttal
finds it a struggle to consider pursuing becoming a couple
too f-cking stupid to escape living in his bubble
writes repet-tive lines, just spherical lyrical
day to day satirical, but really focused on spiritual
in the back of the physical, cramming lines and syllables
into songs all cynical, trying to make it to centerfold
of double ex ell, neglect syllabus, grades are h-ll
experiencing dissonance, my life in a nutsh-ll
just compelled to make something of it from nothing
just condemned to live life just forever fronting

[hook]
i dont know what i should do
when all my decisions just lead to moot
and everything i try just is in vain
and im about to cut mine open im just sayin

[outro]
im just sayin man
just wanna slice my f-cking wrists open man
thers nothin bout it
king cal

- ckl

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