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mutsa. - fitb كلمات أغنية

the stakes keep rising
the great sad grows as the boy keeps smiling
the wave needs riding
the blade won’t sheath as the kids keep dying
a wage too steep for some peace and quiet _ what’s a beat and a choir gonna do
this is fire in the booth

i’m a liar that’s the truth

take me higher than the rizzla and the roof

know it’s dire, all my people are the proof
every scar, every mark, every path got a trace, got a root
how do we heal the harm, how do we move
what did we losе

the grief weighs hеavy
the world breaks down as the gaps grow plenty
the heart needs mending
the times reflect all the hate we’re tending
your pain extended _ it’s doom impending
what to do with a stylo and a tune _ this is fire in the booth

i’m a liar that’s the truth

take me higher than the rizzla and the roof
know it’s dire, all my people are the proof
every scar, every mark, every path got a trace, got a root
how do we heal the harm, how do we move
what did we lose

this is fire in the booth

a journey of remembrance
rifling through the pockets of a corpse for a pittance
for some penance
for the cover charge for heaven
for some change
call these free_range couplets
that mid_range bucket
found my spot, feeling real sl!ck
spick span, spin the whip
pen in my pocket, fl!ck a wrist and then i get you clipped
freeze frame, take a pic
see it in my eyes, been a while since i hit a l!ck
had a hit
itching real bad, i might k!ll for this
pleading for my life on the precipice
the falling man’s rhetoric
i’ll walk the plank, i’ll take that leap
i’m dapping up the reaper
planned a drop with no features
can he stop? this the heathen’s rumored ether
nostradamus been the teacher
can he reach ya
tell me can he reach ya
breathing through the speakers
got the bleachers going crazy
lights couldn’t phase me
pearly white brights, f_ck you mean, b_tch i’m faded
i was never underrated, i’ve been nice and the dollies know
grown man sport, sumn light, i got time for y’all
tick, tock, n_gga, keep in time with the metronome
tina turner thunderdome
timmy turner, make a wish, i’m headed home
only swish, i never miss, another hit, another goal
feeling like my final call
feeling like my final form
hoping that my light restore ’em
havoc in that lightning storm
fighting for ’em
higher forms
caught between what’s right and wrong
how’d this n_gga write this song
fighting for the kids, they gotta live _ i hope my mic is on
shout it from the strip, they gotta live _ i hope my mic is on
tryna justify who dies and lives, define what’s right and wrong
i hope my mic is on

- mutsa

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