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identity crisis - snooze! (rapper) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah we got the rest of the album to do, and we need some more
how’s it going?
pretty good, how you doing?
good, what do you think of the album so far?
it’s pretty good
yeah, i think it’s pretty good too

[verse]
i think they only wanna see me when i’m limitless
and if that is you, you best know that i ain’t ‘gon give a sh_t, nah
i ain’t wanna be your dawg, neither be eminent
they fake a face and give yo ass an artificial temperament
they say it’s justified, so follow me with open arms
remind me later to find out what you be smoking on
a no_name is looking bettеr than the sobers are
thеy can’t get the picture when it’s small, like no emoticons
you ain’t in yet, there’s no way you can pull it back
i know if you get in, you ain’t get out, call it cul_de_sac
my entire social status k!lls me, it’s a bold attack
i’m sisyphus except i’m pushing all the boulders back
we all kings but only ones the best, matrimony
i’m never influenced by goes around me, ask a phony
they ain’t look at you now, they look at afterstorys
i’m in the middle of this sh_t, they’ll get me after glory
do i want the spotlights to cover my tunes?
or do i wanna die of overdose or something soon? (i don’t smoke)
how do i say i’ll be big and not be crude
that bedroom rapper almost k!lled himself inside that room
what’s the point of being known if you ain’t on your feet?
what’s the point of standing up if you’re taking defeat?
it all circles back, be apparent or be weak
i made my first track and dropped it in less than a week
socially, i’m antisocial, never back on the ground
i think my social status differs based on what i’m around
i never wanna be the guy who boasts a pen and a crown
i also never wanna be stuck in a place where i’m down
grab your mother and father and tell ‘em “come to my shoes”
just a kid inside his bed writing for_ god who knows?
think i’d rather be that kid who stays inside of his own
than be exploited by my dawgs until i’m popping my dome
the people by me ain’t buy into me, there’s smoke in your eyes
never trust the people ‘cus they’re feeding you lies
my only wish when i was younger, be a good guy
have some people by your side, but they ain’t on your side
i’ll catch ‘em down in hollywood, meet some movie makers
it’s just a happy accident, what’s that one painter?
i can’t even write this song so i’ll see you later
(seriously, finish the lyric tho)
i let myself down like i maneuver elevators
someone gave me almighty will, the revalator
i ain’t need you p_ssies, you hear me? yeah, i’ll catch you later
my social partaking is ruined by the “never savior”
and my focus is shifting to losing everybody
two things i’ll never need, it’s a double posse
my surroundings are a challenge, you can never cross me
i’ll f_ck you up when your eye’s closed, bill cosby
yeah yeah, i said i’m open because what’s to lose?
i like my tracks more than my dawgs, homie, what’s the truth?
if you ain’t f_cking with me, then i don’t f_ck with you
i’m staying real, so what’s it take to trust a dude?
[outro]
so your names al pimper?
from yo city?
yeah
so i’m not well versed in geography, but where is yo city?
uh_ it’s in… your city!
ok, it’s time to go, just get out of here
what?
just get out of here
ok, what? a white boy can’t be a pimp nowadays?
just get out of here, go to yo avenue or wherever the h_ll you’re from
just go, just go, it’s time to go
alright, well, none of my ladies are ever coming back here
just go
alright

- identity crisis

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