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jagr - false complaints/ justaguyrappin' كلمات الأغنية

[part i: false complaints]

[verse: jagr]

young french boy, son of sinhalese immigrants
school’s close to finishing, don’t know what to think of it
feel like i’ll fold, for told to rip this shit
“just work hard, if the work is plentiful
both college and job you like won’t be difficult.”
alright, but what if i can’t tell what i want in life ?
what is hard work worth when there’s nothing in sight ?
awful, right, having so many options, sigh
talk about the privilege of false problems, plights
look up in the sky, hope in the stars a sign
life is what you make of it, shit’s like quantum science
road in your heart, but schools give me a heart of ice
and i won’t play pro poker, put the cards aside
now, what do i want from life ?, d-mn i can’t decide
fam’ and cars aside, ’cause that can’t suffice
half your life’s your job, what if it’s not the right ?
is there a way ’round empty eyes, on somber nights
forced to deal with it, ’cause of bills and shit
in the end, this ain’t a problem, child
really, i just ain’t feeling shit
“god there’s gotta be something you got interest in !
really, just one thing you got interest in.”
well…

[part ii: justaguyrappin’]

[verse: jagr]

no clue if i can live of this
but every time one these awesome guys
from abroad slaughters mics, my eyes start glistening
my brain’s then brimming with songs to write
and it feels so nice, like i’m onto something
open the seal inside, and launch the monster
k!ll the knights, that have come to stop us
then k!ll some time with some autumn harvest
or streamed shows like bebop or steins gate zero
blade drawn, scream ” roh !”, loot draugr, three gold ?
reap the crops grown form these seeds sown
bake a bar roll, serve it while the heat shows
and you’ll get cavities, hooked to this sweeter stuff
won’t let you off though, look between your teeth are stuck
my verse, lines and words and rhymes
divine perfect wine mixed with herb inside
and i blur the line, with these words of mine
between a perverted mind that is cursed by the su-
perbly wise, flying ‘bove herds of swines
and those who heard the signs that earth has signed
discern the good and the bad, the dirt and shine
for both, morality would fail
both would take the l
knowing oh so well, this bi-worldly high
is well-worth, both cursed and blight
for hearing a young worn eater chirp and chime
got you in the sky ridin’ birds to fly
ain’t running shit though, can barely walk
after all, so much work in my
pocket, got me locked, serving time
“complaining, inmate ?”, oh, no, sir it’s fine
happen’s sp-rs-ly enough for me to feel c-cky enough
to just start walking up, towards ominous and tough
from the top of these lungs, “b-tch–ss wannabe thugs
your bones i’ll turn and curve inside
your nuts i’ll buts, no sperm, here squirrel, bite
your blood and guts, you’ll spurt and find
even burning serpents couldn’t stir up fright
nah ! you’ve just been disturbed for life.”
and all that without fear, burdening my mind
for the unbreakable cell of solitary confinement
will protect my neck from a fight with odds piling
against my -ss, for i can beat up a d-ck
if ’bout a beat and a sixteen, else i’m weak as a prick
oh sheesh this is it, all outta bars
let’s get out, take a look at the stars
a look behind my back and d-mn, what just happened ?
went all over the place with this b-st-rd
oh well, this ain’t really a song it’s
just a bunch of thoughts, and i’m just a guy rappin’
hardly an artist

- jagr

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