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david parra - o.c.d. (obsessively compressing demons) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
biggest fight you gon’ ever have is with yourself
but you already know that
you win some, and you d-mn sure lose some
but you keep on goin’ man
o.c.d., check it

[verse 1: k-rino]
lot of pain, lot of hate, lot of malice
dealin’ with my internal dilemmas is a challenge
my psychological status is [?] and unbalanced
steady tryna get any benefit from my talents
questions, no answers, thoughts, i didn’t plan this
still standing back, never painted on the canvas
the picture trampling through my mental and running rampant
praying my plan answers the city of second chances
i’m going through the process, still i’m undecided
n-body to fight with so i keep it private
standing and held hostage, skeletons in my closet
let me read a list of what i’m dissatisfied with
pandering, gossip, lies, told and unrighteous
me struggling just to get control of my vices
i’m hoping to get a hold and show that a crisis
and the peace embedded in my soul will be priceless
every time i see a new baby i say
“would he be the answer to my prayers when i pray?”
destroying the devil whenever he’s on a tirade
prays to allah, jeovah, god or yahweh
a lot of words that i shouldn’t have said
but i’m a product of the fiends that were put in my head
over the years, even i got took and misled
but still i never sold out when i was looking for bread
now in denial, it’s kinda hard to laugh and smile
i’ll be gripped that i never gave my parents a grandchild
am i worthy of being treated like i’m the man? how?
what i do a young dude, i understand now
time don’t stand still
dealing with your troubles, it can get so real
i’m pushing ’cause i never wanna miss no meal
you can’t run away from getting your medicine
you gotta take your pill

[chorus]
it’s not too late, yeah
it’s not too late
to live a live away from
my o.c.d
my o.c.d
my o.c.d., oh yeah
oh yeah

[verse 2: jl]
fight this until i’m lifeless
prayed about it, still i’m like this
mighty naughty mon, non righteous
struggling to find god’s likeness
regulating my endorphins in the morning
uncoordinated forces not conforming
surely my brain is where the war’s in
orchestrating how the thing is being performed
is it ’cause i’ve been navigated by negative?
maybe it’s ’cause my behaviour is too repet-tive?
it could be insanity inherited from a relative
maybe the lane i’m in in the game is too compet-tive
but a firm i got a hold of you
it’s what you’ve been devoted to
you’re feeling like it’s over, do you realize?
when you shine and they don’t notice you
and grinding all you know to do
the timing uncontrollable, feel i
try this, try that, say more rigamarole
hiatus, climax, what i did in the low
to hide this combat, conflict i’m currently in
for all of my friends i’ll be ready for
what creeps on the land and the evil that lurk
walk the ghetto, k!ll a dream and a plan, hurt locker
live it n-gg-, you ain’t got a chance if you’re not a rebel
idle hands on the devil’s workshop
geppetto on the block pulling all kind of strings
distracted by all kind of things
too many on the wrong kind of scenes we done seen
be the reason that we own collard greens
go and get a liter of henny, be pouring plenty, repeat and reverse
spending every penny, you fiending off this remedy’s works
give me a handle to handle what is within me
my enemies have replenished the energy i exert

[chorus]
it’s not too late, yeah
it’s not too late
to live a live away from
my o.c.d
my o.c.d
my o.c.d., oh yeah
oh yeah

[verse 3: king iso]
i try hard to suppress these demons
but deep inside of me feel like an eski breeding
a deadly reason for me to keep falling inside of a pattern and do it like on every weekend
my tec keep squeezing
looking out the window every couple of seconds for me just to check these streets
and i’m starving, kick a n-gg- like jet li
even my pet peeves beefing the less he sees him
but let’s keep eating
’cause i don’t wanna hear another p-ssy talk unless she queefing
and i don’t even know her name but i’mma do it all
remaining ocean gang’ll wet you like a jet ski event
and best believe it, the best keep secret
i mean best kept like the mess we chiefing
will knock a b-tch out, no domestic reason
i pop so many bars, better check the precinct
i rep dg and they thought that i was dead
doc said please check, n-gg- yes he’s breathing
my hair be leaning and i pray to the creator every other second i don’t wanna bless these heathens
and every time a n-gg- leave the house i’m checking every nook and cranny looking at the last chess piece even
i’m bailing through the city, never catch me demons
you wanna have faith, better check ephesians
they left me bleeding, it’s all gg
i watch ’em dirty motherf-ckers like they o.d.b
n-gg-s switching up on me because i’m on tv
iso-veli so dope you could od me
catch a fist germophobe if your og sneeze
leave him holey like swiss if he owe me cheese
really sick in the brain if you don’t believe
man i put it on my mama i got o.c.d., n-gg-

[chorus]
it’s not too late, yeah
it’s not too late
to live a live away from
my o.c.d
my o.c.d
my o.c.d., oh yeah
oh yeah

[verse 4: spice 1]
i be trying to be cool but they never wanna see me exorcising these demons
i got extended clip with the .50 cal topped up with infrared beams and i got
a devil that sit on my shoulder, an angel that sit on the other
a foot up in the grave and the other one stuck in the street in the gutter
and lord knows i’m not supposed to be holdin’ this heater, put a pointer right at his ovaries
og smolder me, snitches die in the gang you know the story was told to me
that sh-t is cold to me, see i gotta fold ’em, ain’t folding me, sh-t it ain’t no holding me
i told myself n-gg- you tripping, you ’bout to dump on a motherf-cker for ignorant sh-t again
you up in the pit again, tryna call up n-gg-s holding you down like crabs in the bucket
but f-ck it i’mma blast, f-ck it i’mma blast, f-ck it i’mma blast, blast a way out, that’s the way out
milli wrecking with the millimiter in your mouth
deep how we be rolling out
see what fetty chico be all about
we jumps in on n-gg-s like f-ck all your calves
spill this game on n-gg-s clicking ’em out
quick and i’m out
spill this game on n-gg-s clicking ’em out
i be running with the top down
tryna collect more haters so i can pop round
and you know i can never stop now
’cause a corolla with everything up on a lock now

- david parra

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