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nantes – quarter krysis كلمات اغاني

“…when i was younger, i wanted to grow up and be somebody. somebody who did things, somebody who was important. at first, i wanted to be a movie star or somethin’…”

yea
ay

(verse 1)
what is life? i thought you’d know
you planted a damaged seed, determined to see it grow
sprouted up wit some weeds but we’d never partake
matchin’ wit all your friends, y’all gotta similar fate
maskin’ all your emotions when questions gettin invasive
attackin’ kids wit no care, images favored jason or freddy
pristine pictures were shattered before our psyches matured
now we all wanna rap but our sh_t is manure
these n_ggas soundin’ the same in the closet wit mics
while our kids covet j’s so they can ball like kobe
and i’m conscious, tryna force it like i’m obi ken0bi
now, who the f_ck got idols? disney ruined the saga
willie lynch still target blacks wit his mantra that’s maga
all these kids so depressed kuz the pressure is pressin’
i was in the 1st grade when my world got flipped
mind a f_ckin mess tryna make life my b_tch while i been

(pre_hook)
sittin’ wit my pain, this sh_t don’t feel the same
i don’t drink and i don’t smoke
imma m_th_f_ckin’ joke
i see you look me in my eyes
you might live and i might die
i’m sayin’, “f_ck it”
i’m sayin, “f_ck it”
(hook)
everything is different, it ain’t the same (it ain’t the same)
i’m ridin’ wit a b_tch, she ain’t my main (she ain’t my main)
prolly slit my wrists kuz i’m in pain
i said everything is different, this sh_t has changed
i’m ridin’ wit a b_tch, she ain’t my main (she ain’t my main)
prolly slit my wrists kuz i’m in pain
kuz i’m in pain

(verse 2)
let’s talk about the trauma that yo family won’t address
i heard that b_st_rd touched you, imma touch him wit this blower
see, my heart is gettin’ colder when i ride, when i ride
bullets bouncin’ off babies, don’t feel it because my heart is black
and i’m hungry for revenge on my plate like a m_s_ch_st
black blood being spilled on camera is what the average is and action isn’t taken by coons and f_ckin’ actors
they platform built up off our dollars (godd_mn shame)
get my name immortalized, put that sh_t on a shirt
tomorrow’s plans gon mean nothin’ when my d_ck hit the dirt
beat the block for all shooters, home invasion intruders
energize and get active and actively shoot the rulers
6 feet deeper than the dirt where we stand kuz our caskets match
i was standin’ in first grade wit a blade kuz i was more than this
i should be more than that
my mother sat me down wit a morbid fact
my mind a motherf_ckin’ mess kuz i been, kuz i been
(pre_hook)

(hook)

(outro)
as we proceed to bleed for what you need
still supplyin’ you wit that work (said i’m in pain)
every brick is a verse
bakin’ soda wit the flip, pyrex wit the whip (x4)
wit the whip

“…i used to draw these cases, these lil fake cd covers and that’s what made me wanna be a musician. that’s what made me feel good. art, in general, made me feel good. and i just figured i’d be good actor because i always had to pretend for somebody to like me, anyway, you know? i had to put on a mask and be somethin’ i knew i wasn’t. and i had to do these things no matter how bad they hurt kuz i just needed to be accepted. i needed that, you dig what i’m sayin? i needed that. that’s pathetic, ain’t it? my moms ain’t hug me that much when i was a kid. i guess that does have some kinda effect, huh?”

- nantes

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