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matthew w.f. senior - ​interlude, كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
yeah i can do that (that’s good, that’s great)
no we weren’t
p-ss me, wait, p-ss me my headphones let me just try this ’cause i, i’ve wanted to do this for a long time but i’d never been able to
okay ready?

[part 1: dumb enough to try]

and i’m, just dumb enough to try
to keep you in my life
a little while longer
and i’m, just dumb enough to think
i’m leaving with my skin
and, starting my life again

[transition 1]
something like that, i was gonna go deeper
i like to go deeper (i like to go deeper)
don’t tell me i can’t rap
i never said i could rap i just want to have fun (fun)

[part 2: goddess of spring]

-inhale-
oh f-ck
when the drugs kick in
-exhale-
when the drugs kick in

got a fever, and my hand’s starting to shake
i’m seeing ghosts, when i’m awake
cut my chest open, i’m drowning in my blood
think i’m going insane
think i’m going in-wah-uh
always miles ahead
getting head for miles
got kicks from smiles
but man it’s been a while (uh)
hit ’em with the bars
hit ’em with the facts
hit em with the stats
hit ’em with the racks
lurkin’ in my shadow ‘cus my lifestyle’s lavish
use a piece over peace you want a piece of my palace

it’s a method man
why you seein’ red, man?
you wanna be a dead man?
or is that part of the plan?
face down in the stream so you get more streams?
kinda how it seems
uninspired? well you shoulda retired, your sonics r-t-rded
you old heads you shouldn’t have started
new comers shouldn’t have bought it
imma write to the dearly departed (dear the departed)
why you more popular now that you’re rotting?
why are the singles still dropping?
why were bullets p-p-p-p-popping, when you were just shopping?
wow, you had beef and now you a cash cow (uh, yeah)

imma snap back, no cap
i ain’t finna feel no shame
better grab your bat
ride through the night i feel like bruce wayne

-exhale-
and the drugs kick in
kicked in (f-ck)

keepin’ it original
keepin’ it on the record though
i’m pro’ly breakin’ records, yo
i keep it fresh, oregano
the beat is tough, i’m wrecking though
i’m top ten, i reckon though
recklessly charting to-and-fro
i’m topping charts on top of that
i’m off the chart, it’s just a fact
you f-ck with me, and still in tact?
you must be special in my past
that’s sweet, tic tac’s
tactics, i got the cash
you got the cash, there ain’t no catch
you stealing beats? there ain’t no p-ss
you p-ssing me? step on the gas
and now you’re g-ssed, but it won’t last
‘cus fam you ’boutta come in last
then imma c-m inside your b-tch
her p-ssy clenching on my d-ck
she only clenching ‘cus i’m rich
she calls me richard i’m a d-ck
she takes all eight inches of it
ain’t clowning ’round, the secrets spit
blow the candle to the wick
keanu reeves up in this b-tch!
keanu reeves up in this b-tch!
keanu reeves up in this b-tch!
but don’t linger for my sh-t, that’s low
if you’re my bro, come with me to the top, let’s go
while i spit when i rap, man, that’s that water flow
riding on these waves, ay, i don’t sink i just float
in fact i glide, seamlessly
you’re tellin’ stories
but that ain’t who you really seem to be
excuses? nah, don’t tell just show
or you gotta go
why you payin’ resell on a bogo?
who you tryna impress?
that’s a no go, you dig bro?
oh i know you dig, or you’re motherf-ckin’ dead hoe
ho ho, santa’s bringing you a load of coal b-tch
‘cus you is a cold b-tch
i ain’t really mean that
but you kinda suck at sucking d-ck
nah, i’m only playing trick
you suck me dry
pull out my heart, katana
was in your mouth when you were callin’ your man up
cutting your tongue, flick knife
blood is dripping, taste nice
rub on your p-ssy, came twice

imma snap back, no cap
i ain’t finna feel no shame
better grab your bat
ride through the night, i feel like bruce wayne (uh)

[outro freestyle]
yeah, i’m bruce wayne
you’re the goddess of spring
we drinking fine wine it’ll stain
then she’ll whine when i dine and she’s stayin’
pop in her booty she slayin’
pop in her box, now she prayin’ she pregnant
but i ain’t mature enough to be a parent
opposite of selfish, still feel adolescent
at least let me ween off the anti-depressant
bein’ the best parent’s an invaluable present
finna get all up in my face (na-uh)
now your girl’s texting me, good taste (uh-huh)
mimicking the flow with the copy and paste
writing off religion though, why you diss grace?
i’ll f-ck a fascist, f-ck your fashion
it’s up next, p-ss me the ladder
i’m up next, coming for necks
coming down necks, coming for cheques
filling in boxes with checks, i’m missing my ex
but mainly the s-x and the occasional text
girl why are you vexed? (ay)
where’s the hood loyalty?
hit me in the rain with a lawyer fee
i see m’s, i see the ends

[transition 2]
na na i know i know i know
i just want to go over it
i wanna spit some sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’?

[part 3: change]
dreams meld my mind
you don’t think i’m lying?
on cracks and seems
like i’m living the dream (ah)

dreams meld my mind
you don’t think i’m lyin’?
on cracks and seems
like i’m living the dream (ah)

my life story has a grave plot
speaking of which, i’m diggin’ mine
careful yours is right behind
ears open, don’t be blind
we’re in a concrete jungle (yeah)
and i got the special delivery (yeah)
and i’m the best imma ever be (right)
call me amazon prime (yeah)
cracks in a broken reflection
barely recognising it’s mine
i’m going explosive like a mine
making dates like a mayan
i was rapping up on the stage
guess you could call that a word play
yeah i’m skinny as h-ll, but i’m eating these beats like i’m f-cking obese (hey)
i’m like a fish snapping on the hook
metaphor recipe, i’m a cook
i wrote an autobiographical book, so i must be a cook
either that or a b-list celebrity
tryna enjoy the f-cking longevity
of a career that ended a million steps ago
what a tragedy (d-mn)
can’t even rest when i’m tryna sleep
i’m just wrestling restlessness
chronically overthining sh-t
chronic 01 is my sh-t
never imitate biggie
you could try, but take a big l (man)
‘cus we just ain’t on his level
call that a spirit level (sh-t)
my voice my tool kit
i’ve got saliva spittin’
and laxative sh-ttin’
on weak–ss trappers b-tchin’
nah, i ain’t lettin’ that b-tch in
can’t even breathe and she’ll pitch in
always whinin’ and whinin’
‘cus she’s always pouring that wine in
b-tch your words are so sickenin’
you know i’m in public now, just picturing you lickin’ it
picturing sticking the d-ck in it
like angelina, my stomach has a pit in it
that’s the epitome
but please don’t pity me
i put you on a pristine pedestal
pedalling a vision of perfection for both and all
don’t fall

we live in a house of melodies
open the doors with piano keys
now the flow i’m switchin’ it
and the topic i’m shifting it

pick and choose
don’t pick you lose
i won’t pick your pockets
i’ll pick your brain and then unlock it
i’m taking off like a rocket
smile on my face and imma rock it
red octobers, imma stock it
need some stock to make some profit
like a bull, an ox, like oxo
add some stock, season for stock pots
but ain’t got no glock, to lock and pop
only funky words to interlock
as the rhythm drops
dare you make me stop
ain’t got a pot to p-ss in
i have a bucket though
had a rough patch, it was full of holes
had to patch it up, now it’s full and whole
that’s the problem with your modern kid
they find the tent to hard to pitch
it’s tense ’til grandma pitches in
replacing sh-t
now picture this
i’m running up a vertical wall
‘cus n-body’s told me my fatal flaw
n-body’s told me that i can fall
now i can’t even see the floor
i not like dr. dre, the alb-m took sixteen years to make?
i just ain’t got the patience
pay sh-t, pay sense, pay less, care less?
i couldn’t
you’re fake–ss emotion is wooden
you’re trying so hard, you shouldn’t
stoop to your level, i wouldn’t
stoop to your level, i couldn’t!
i’m a regime machine
my nuts and bolts are squeaky clean
hand my some of my sheen
so i can maintain my-

- matthew w f senior

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