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ed blackburn - 'cause i always feel different كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ed blackburn]

listen
while i kick back with a six pack
ima spit facts gonna give you whiplash
if you nod your head back, yapping ’bout this that
pull out my pistol make it go cl!ck clack plow
then ima aim at your mouth
b_tch, you better sit back down
’cause i’ve taken the crown
your murder, i’m taping it now
like isis, can you hear the night? it’s a crisis
diamonds doing backflips on my wrist
and it’s ill like pneumonia mixed with ebola_corona virus
viruses that will leave you fighting
your life it’s a godd_mn shame you never got pfizer
but i might just k!ll you first. they won’t hear you, hurt
and i’m talking to the verse

[verse 2: ed blackburn]

so i’m seizing the beat, you’re receiving defeat
it’s the causal effect of me when i breathe
it’s a reason to keep on feeding this beast
so i’m thinking up bars then proceeding with ease
inserting the keys then reversing with beats
got the crowd gassed up and they’re all yelling jesus
it’s just easy for me when i’m feeling the breeze
didn’t catch my name initially? e.b
i’m sleepless, can’t eat and
these walls are closing in and i don’t think i’m breathing
that’s okay because i’m living it
and the walls don’t collapse ’cause the roof, well, i’m lifting it
is amazing considering
i’ve done it on my own and i’ve ridden through the thick and thin
and i’ve given it thought and decided that the only reason is
’cause i always feel different
[bridge 1: ed blackburn]

oh sh_t, you just did that
f_ck
okay
well let me tell you a story, about how my brain works
haha

[chorus 1: ed blackburn]

i’m fizzing, you’re b_tchin
saint pablo, well go and get the kids then
i’m chilling, you’re sitting
and i get under your skin so don’t try itching
i’m ill and you isn’t
i’ve risen from the dead, ’cause the ghost has written
i’m k!lling, by spitting
and it doesn’t sit well, ’cause i always feel different

[verse 3: ed blackburn]

the canvas is blank so i picture the words
that would fit together, then i’m hitting the verse
and i understand that it’s a different curse
but it works and is lyrically picture perfect
so pick the verse and i guarantee that it’s well thought out
with careful bouts of dareful rounds
and prayerful shouts
you can hear the breath from my syllable breakdown
in cape town, i’m getting caped now
another girl is finna get raped now
you’re gonna hate man, but
she was asking for it ’cause she prolly wore a fake tan
but it ain’t bad, you better stay bound
or take a step back, ’cause i’m going insane, lad
ima take the reins and i never hit the brakes and
i don’t understand how i do it, my brain’s mad
and i start shaking if i can’t think of the right words
for the right beat at the right time
makes me feel like i’m doing this wrong. sh_t, i might just die
’cause i forgot, ’bout writer’s block
now the night is locked and i need help
f_ck bro
i just k!lled my mental health
[bridge 2: ed blackburn]

i think i’m going kinda psycho
but i am hitting all the right notes
i might go aahhh

[chorus 1: ed blackburn]

[verse 4: ed blackburn]

i don’t sleep, it’s the cousin of death
well i’m his brother and our mother just said
shut your eyes and come up to bed
come join your brother in the room of the dead
if i get some rest i’ll be suffering less
’cause i process things like another complex
hand in the cookie jar, i’ll double the bets
i’ll duck hands, box out a couple of feds
backflip? landed. then i’ll f_ck up the rest
you don’t f_ck with me ’cause i’m the brother of death
if you want to visit, then here’s the address
it’s the gates of h_ll, so come with a tech
and take on my mental pre_warning
i’m evil so best to proceed with caution
and tread carefully, watch where you’re walking
then double check that, they won’t hear your calling
[chorus 2: ed blackburn]

’cause
i’m fizzing, you’re b_tchin
saint pablo, well go and get the kids then
i’m chilling, just sk!lling
reprogram my brain, ’cause i always feel different
i’m ill and you isn’t
i’ve risen from the dead, ’cause the ghost has written
i’m k!lling, by spitting
and it doesn’t end well, ’cause i always feel different

- ed blackburn

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