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jam (rap) - true story ii كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
write a book on the track, it’s a ballad
not about that riff raff but i want versace salads
yeah i do my best but there’s inherently logical fallacies
convince myself im fly even though im held back by gravity
held back by parents its apparent i don’t go outside
don’t go outside the lines im penned in like a pig sty
don’t go beyond the fence i hop over like mexican
they ask which one is which
they don’t know when juan is next to ben
textin friends my verses but they rarely understand me
it’s okay don’t do this for a grammy i do it so we be family
really? yeah! really really? yeah! believe me it’s relieving
writing music simply to write music not deceiving
cause i used to ask myself should i write a hype track
or should i write what’s real, i went with that
cause fake is my achilles heel

[hook]
and this is a true story
sayin this is real yeah this is a true story
and this is a true story
you could say it’s weak but it’s me i hope you’re listening

[verse 2]
sat in a booster until like the fifth grade
cause i got the short stick, maybe that’s why i make mistakes
they turned me into a perfectionist, im like a movie critic
im just glad i didn’t grow up learning how to do acrylic
family’s weird, love my uncle, but i barely get to see him
yeah my momma’s kind of scared
that one day i’ll grow up to be him
imma repressed individual i’ve never had sex
best decision you can laugh, but my wife will be impressed
thoughts scattered like it’s pollen
they just need some germination to grow
to grow i think i need some vice extermination
they say, “kid, i love you but you really need to fix yourself”
you have no idea what i would do just for a wishing well
past pains bleed to present someone call a surgeon
it’s a heart problem, need an urgent word
to heal this fervent hurtin
issues with relationships, next to zero experience
im tryna make up for it by improving as a lyricist
used to ride the bus to school, sleepin on a yellow
like these rap critics never coppin up on a fellow
and my dad is always coughin up, one day i’ll repay him
all these haters always talkin b-tt but one day they’ll be payin
for a show that i would throw at college
rap career is somewhat solid
school career is somewhat awesome
out for green im tryna blossom
had to fight to take a girl to the prom
yo i just wanna nice lawn that we could both do yoga on
they try convince me do a shot
down to get wasted bro, im not
bout the cooking but no pot, bout that thinking but no thots
know i enter world naive but still on top like a weave
i got my heart on my sleeve and stock in what i believe
im like a car so exhausted from my job like im steve
just need to breathe, drop something so that i feel relieved
and im a silver spoon spawn, but im raised, like i was not
like im bougie, no jacuzzi don’t wanna whine so im gone

*just for a second though…gotta get my mind right*

still on the beat tho, still tryna connect
to all my fans by usin ethos
crazy how this song is more than two minutes of flow
man it’s crazy it’s been less than a year
and look how i’ve grown
kinda funny how you learn all this about me
on the last few tracks
i tell you now, so you know
im out for more than just a fat stack
continuation of my progress, still ain’t done yet
only slow down for the beauty like a sunset
met a girl in my freshman we started textin
keeps me calm when i be stressin an unprecedented blessin
plus she knows how to hit, she doin some calculus
watch nicky sparks in the evening she helps me to focus
im tryin to pro spit, she’s supportive beyond measure
but she’s worried i’ll go crazy at parties when under pressure
and she’s worried i’ll forget us but never yeah she’s the special
like a lego-

*i did just compared you to a lego…*

every night i text her
yeah i been thinkin weird but got some big plans
she said im really happy for you just place it in god’s hands
i mean she right though, mess up a lot like a typo
and im doomed to die like a dino, but im on fire like a pyro
and i never took a sick day, never had a senior skip day
im barely ever allowed to make a little mistake
got big stakes invested into pleasing my mom
got many years of restrictions makes me wanna abscond
and so im gone, psych nah cause im tryna spit the realest
hopin labels, stars, and maybe my father could even feel this
so just p-ss me the aux cord, i won’t stress about forever now
spreadin positivity i hope i don’t forever frown
end of a chapter, can you believe that im collegiate
settin high standards for my future hopin that i reach it
and we peachy, this is just the beginning
yeah that’s a sign, cause the memories im tryna build
will see three thousand five, yeah

so i’ll just keep going to im barely alive
im going hunned ten percent in the game like addin a tithe
and you don’t have to lie, but tell me
this tape is amazing right?
im just playin fam but now
i do it like malaysian flight and im gone

- jam rap

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