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idk young j. - tax كلمات الأغنية

[intro: idk young j.]
w.a
man, this sh_t is too easy
shout_out havana

[verse 1: idk young j.]
feel like my mind functioning differently (it is)
counter intuition like searching for serendipity (don′t be stupid)
serving my ability, i’ve never been the one for rigidity
that′s why the boy potential infinity
i dare someone to test my divinity (i dare you)
if i’m sending shots at anybody then you know that they kennedy
i tell the doubters stay on that side for the symmetry
so even when they hate i know that some of ’em feeling me (i swеar to god)
i mean it literally, understand?
pеnny for your thoughts, but mine cost you a hundred grand
thought i was progressing, i was doing the running man
had my mama stressing so i moved to another plan
she′s proud of her son again
competing with myself, why they surprised that i won again?
wasn′t cooking right until i tried with another pan
then they hear the lines and their reaction is come again (come again?)
all of my exes have spun again (it’s true)
so forgive me if i don′t believe i was the problem, my lord
that’s why i never bother locking the door
beef with me is something most can′t afford
i swear my pen is mightier than the sword
could end your favorite rapper now if i’m bored
i′m in a moment where i’m hard to ignore, so what you slumbering for?
i’m rainmaking, what you thundering for?
it′s game changing how i double the score
he had heart, now he′s under the floor, man what you struggling for?
this sh_t is easy (hahaha)
y’all got me laughing at the music you drop
i′m never high but i ain’t new to the top
and i ain′t losing the spot
you not competing n_gga, we invited you to be mocked
the only time you’ll have an audience is whenever your eulogy drops
i give a f_ck about the jewels that he rocks
ain′t n0body on my level and i’m praying that the lunacy stops
the boy is stupidly hot (get that sh_t outta here n_gga)
[verse 2: king havana]
ugh, look
i wrote these words over fresh pupusas and spanish cola (ugh)
this my perspective it’s time that i put some sh_t in order (yeah)
it′s come to my attention that these leaders lacking morals
and the holes inside their character could trigger trypophobia
the hardest lessons learned from those who claimed to speak to god (i hate it)
my open hands had stemmed from hopefulness in that regard (ugh)
my psyche torn apart (yeah); my body full of scars (yeah)
a healing arc is hardly for the faint of heart, i played my part
i played the role they gave me and i always came up worse for wear
mistakes had cost me even more than i had feared, a sad affair, ugh
turning selfish and neglect the ones that helped you to your station (yeah)
that′s the type of sh_t that turns your homies into haters
it’s ironic back in school that everybody knew you sweet (yeah)
now we all grown up you tryna tell us that you street, huh
look why you lying through your t__th, why you putting on an act?
do you really live the life that you portraying in your raps (nah)
would you leave your life behind you at the dropping of a hat?
(nah i don′t think i like that)
screwtape poetry (ugh), these are the devilish flows supposedly
the angel on my shoulder telling me what i’m supposed to be
the devil on my left told me to take whatever′s owed to me
blood on both my hands i took my innocence for granted
mud in all my stanzas, no atonement from the pastor (nah)
slowly seeing growth from all these seeds that i had planted (uh_huh)
my wingspan surpassing my capacity to travel (yeah)
(i like that better)
argue with my girl like i ain’t scared to be alone (i am)
told her she could leave like she don′t know it’s all a ploy (she do)
she’s storming out to roll another blunt to heal her soul
i′m storming out to find another girl to fill the void, aaaah
she boutta beat my ass and sh_t, please excuse my freudian slip
i′m proletarian driven like pushing bolshevik whips
i said don’t kiss and make up, i promise all these hoes tell (they do)
it′s hard to stay resentful when my heart said “oh well” (ugh)
it’s hard to doubt these awful feelings that my heart had felt
wearing rip tees singing fond farewells
(king)

- idk young j

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