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cris the prophet - should've listened كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
mic check
lately the days p-ss, contemplate at life
live my life hype, before death strikes
the light, fights, plenty good lys within’
sit smoke sh-t, cancel out my sins
i think better, sh-t i think cheddar
situations got me makin’ money wetter
ricochet water splatters all over my grill
ramekins spill, don’t eat on break feel ill
dishwashin’ ain’t no sk!ll, yet those plates i k!ll
collect paper anyway, anything for a meal
punch out, drive home, negative oil mileage
f-ck it, continue drivin’, no time for whinin’
it’s the 31st, another lonely night it hurts
sh-t feels like a curse
ig, see the old friends at the parties
babies dressed as barney
sh-ts alarming, time flys by quicker than harleys
loading pro tools, head to the whip, i blaze up like marley
high feeling strongly
as i began to start writing, and start defining, mc dominance
leave you in astonishment, like divine providence
burglar status the shine, i’m robbin’ it, succes mobbin’ it
when i p-ss on, all i will leave are accomplishments
many pockets lift
neva’ bitter, barley eatin’ dinner
bust my -ss everyday, to be a hip hop giver
dictionary, look me up under winner
f-ck the signature, got it signed, sealed, and delivered

[chorus]
everyday life feels like pieces of piled up sh-t
my pain reloads unlimited clips
verbally shoot out that sh-t
in life gotta be sl!ck, people backstabbin’ and sh-t
life’s all about making the right choices
hearing the right voices
f-ck, i should’ve listened tho

[verse 2]
we goin’ up now
now, i gotta keep myself up, alone i throw my west up
i’m next up, and ahead, so catch up
on the path to greatness, the road isn’t smooth
many days feelin’ blue, so got my -ss in the booth
i’m rappin’, not for action, only positive reactions
gotta make it happen
target my audiences hearts, with a chris kyle aim
military pain, come home, sh-t ain’t the same
since the day you left, don’t even get a text
why does life seem so alone, without my ex
walkin’ out on every job has become my rep
every f-ckin’ shift, can’t seem to control my stress
workin’ as a line cook, now don’t seem that sh-ty
took anything available at least got $12.50
a free meal, good hours, and a wet shirt
carry trays and heavy plates, now my neck hurts
can’t even eat on break, time is of the essence
only do this for awhile cause mics i’m blessin’
treatin’ my music well, yet everything else i’m disrespectin’

- cris the prophet

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