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medin - who am i? كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i sit back and begin to think about my personality
who am i? i don’t even know, i can’t even think rationally
i thought the time was finally over, people used to laugh at me
i always thought that i was strong but i feel it recap in me
rollin’ up another blunt, i’m tryna to k!ll the thing inside my head
i’m on another one, i’m restless but i’m never switching beds
god is dead, lack of unity makes people bash on opportunities and hit the pusher up instead
ash the blunt, done with clouds around my thoughts, i miss the sun
miss the warmth when their kiss touches my skin, cause then, yeah, i ain’t feelin’ numb
no more, dream of owning businesses galore
one day, four door aventador in my driveway
top ten on the forbes, countin’ money
8 figure net worth, a life without no worries
and even though i’m broke, man, i’ll get to the top
i’ma sell out every show and share the love that i got

[chorus]
at nights i lay alone
this house is not a home
hasn’t been for a while
but how the f-ck would you know?
you haven’t been here since the f-ckin’ last decade
you seemin’ like you hate me, as if i leak your s-x tape
got you on my mind, like, all the time
yeah, i think i’m losin’ it, on my grind
just to survive in this concrete jungle sh-t
but still i’m tryna pay, my credit card, they decline that
wait, this ain’t what i want to say, bring it back, rewind that
(br-bring it back, rewind that)

[verse 2]
i sit back and begin to think about my personality
always on my own, but i’m never reflectin’ me
at least my momma call every now and then, she check on me
so many thoughts runnin’ through my mind, it’s like a cavalry
don’t know what i need, don’t know what i want
ain’t even got money for the studio, dawg
spend it all on weed, junk food and cigars
why they sell that sh-t? guess i’m suein’ ’em all
i got b-tches over b-tches, nah, i’m lying to y’all
need to stop to write when that liquor involved
take intoxicated-me and lock him in the bas-m-nt
chasin’ my dreams cause i ran outta foes
but i’m stuck in a system, i don’t have time or money for music
cause i need to worry bout the future
life is a b-tch, i abused her
took another l, common for a loser
i done got through friends talking sh-t behind my back
i done – i done got through trends i couldn’t do, i was too fat
i only had homegirls, guess that sh-t made me a f-g
i was cryin’ on my bed, my whole mind was mess
but i wore the mask every single day, it was finesse
go against me nowadays, i’ll put your -ss to rest
i’m not as weak as i was, now i’m old enough to finally cuss
so f-ck fake friends, leave ’em in the dust
bumpin’ asap vibes through the speaker box
i can give it your b-tch, make ’em finally bust
i ain’t lookin’ for love, i’m livin’ up my l-st
y’all just lookin’ for reasons to be offended
i’m independent, i ain’t lookin’ for a boss

[chorus]
at nights i lay alone
this house is not a home
hasn’t been for a while
but how the f-ckwould know
you haven’t been here since the f-ckin’ last decade
you seemin’ like you hate me, as if i leak your s-x tape
swipe right to the side, press decline
delete all your messages
i don’t reply, it’s cause i’m fine
nowadays i could give two sh-ts
so please stop blowin’ up my phone before i have to call the police
boy. you don’t own me

[outro]
you don’t own me

- medin

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