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gabe goulart - quit كلمات أغنية

part i:
[verse 1]
back again, huh? i thought i packed the coffin
but the beats said, “but my beats hopped in”
said “no more albums,” now i’m naming tracks
called it “quit,” but i’m spitting relapse
facts, keyboard’s bleeding, mic got trauma
still smelling gunpowder from the last genre
studio lights fl!cker, “you back again?”
yeah, i liked god and my therapist, amen

why quit? i just pause for attention
drop another verse like a cry for attention
deleted my demos, they cloned themselves
tina reincarnated on a usb shelf!

[verse 2]
i’m that ghost that won’t log off
send you air, then screamed it for clout
every final track ends with sequel plans
every breakdown drops some 808 hands
this album ain’t deep, it’s a copying season
called it art, called it mental treason
got some glitter on my bloodstream
and a folder that said [?]
(in reverse)
why quit? i just pause for attention
drop another verse like a cry for attention
deleted my demos, they cloned themselves
tina reincarnated on a usb shelf!

[verse 3]
you thought i healed? nah, i monetized it
turned every trauma to merch and styled it
every sin is a pattern attack on beat
every chorus is a tweet you shouldn’t retweet
b_tch, i tried, the rhythm’s on fire
quit? i retire every bar prior
every season ends with me just reborn
in a voice note, says “just one more!’

he’s back, yeah, i never left
just another bpm and rebrand “stress”
every song is a threat to be dared
why more? ‘cus the silence stares

part ii:
[verse 1]
came back screaming, the name, my reflection
first track was a resurrection
said “i’m done,” then hit replay
every beat still smells like gunplay
mouth full of static and spitting that blood
said i’d clean it up, now they fill the floor
every snitch got quoted
but out the sequel n0body asked for
“and i live for it!”
[verse 2]
b_tches got numbers in the code
brain in a loop
got instrumentals and recorded half asleep
said “b_tch got b_tches with a brakes, no cap”
up your nonsense, fast, fast gospel
tina on ten, drive through a hostel
(grindr notification sfx)
“oh sh_t, is that my phone?”
nah bruh, i failed to make you laugh
ping goes off, my ego’s online

[verse 3]
short, loud. viand, plate or? types the tiled in there
“i see you mother f_cking son of a b_tch, craig”
posted, deleted, let it die
real pain, real scar, shaking
oh my god she said no and collapse
craig is drinking out of a dogbowl
what the f_ck is “craigslist?”
f_ck you, halo beats!
i made that ad by myself

[verse 4]
“cup of p_ss! drank it twice! cup of p_ss!”
clean? “but i’m not clean, you’re clean,”
your b_tchass sucks
no dirty bones, just 40 seconds of humor
“this album sucks,” i’m sorry, but i’m not sorry
ppl r gross, rant, most k!lled the feed
great depression too, you thought that was dark?
this one cuts deeper than before!
f_ck that b_tch, he thought he could just get away
nah, i’m better, (gunfire sfx)
[verse 5]
play me the piano, soft collab
you weren’t angry, but i was
bmw worldwide, what about the rusted knife?
the closer it got, the closer that it ended
oh, but it didn’t get close, so it didn’t end

part iii:
[verse 1]
“i ain’t no victim b_tch,” that’s the sequel
middle name “figure,” what the h_ll do you expect?
every label’s one more, let’s make it 10
every verse is a cry dressed with the pen
scab was an infection, now i’m bleeding the wound
steam the reflection, sephora’s down
my fans said, “we miss you!” i miss them too
but it’s a roadk!ll with pro tools
i quantize my streams to get more screams
i had five beers last night, came back sober, said goodbye
on spite, got k!lled, then almost got k!lled
you said, “define that?” and i said, “decline that”
so i keep yapping while you keep clapping
sit them, with the guilt, with the k!ll

[outro]
(in reverse)
oh gosh to be bored

- gabe goulart

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