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ko-doomzday - middle-class life كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
you know what?
let’s go

[verse]
camp disaster forming, this bunker former x factor, but
lacking stuff, packs enough, lavish l_st packed in rust
this double_edged sword means double_edged homicide
white t_shirt i put on, but i’m so traumatized
walking down the street, the lousiest road
after we moved here, we was bound to be cold
atrocity chamber, boy we are back in business
new case i just bought, you cannot have a witness (ha!)
a new carter to beat, it’s a carter ii beat (ha!)
but i ain’t no gangsta madе to harden the streets
like nеw pavement, some crooked rain, crooked rain
but now looking at me, you say look who’s sane, you’re insane
more of rain, more champagne more bottles, like four or ten
actually, it has to be ridin’ down the road like faculties
death of slim shady, marshall mathers in his casket
the morgue was fake, more g’s to put in the crate, i’m a classic
lavish havoc dipped in plastic, and then that’s it
molts into a beauty that i call aftermath_ish
they messed around and found out, but i left on warrant
’cause i’m so cold like jermaine, take a left, it’s pourin’
look at my former groups, no one left that tours it
and takes it under their wing, and defends and chores it
just freestylin’ this, why write actually seriously
stoppin’ doin’ this and i just have to be gearin’ me
into rap’s spotlight, come back at the top, right
the doubters and haters said i couldn’t write raps
i eat these rapper babies after i contracted rabies as a light snack
my unfinished tracks is one hundred percent better than your height
your peak is grotesque to me, rogue and so free, shelter at a flight
middle_class life, my groups fell down as i left ’em
whoever i love, i curse, i guess i’ve became a weapon
if i am, i’m happy, because i guess i ain’t the second
lost kid in the world, my life becomes a living h_ll
until i realize that it’s just like i spun to win my bail
d_mn, hard body, hard body, it’s like a triple_double homicide
crime fines pilin’ up, not all, he’s a problem child, in the trouble all the time

- ko doomzday

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