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new mayhem – can i go mainstream yet? كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
alright. here we go. fresh off the dome. one take. buckle up
i walk into the party like i’m boba fett
they look into my eyes and i say, “bet”
when i get the tech, i get ‘em wet
they look at me and say, “what’s next?”
(raps so fast human ears cannot comprehend the flow)
give me money. please!

[verse 1]
so…
you just woke up one day
the sun peaked through and he slapped you awake
he said, “no dreams, gotta be like me,”
then he burnt down your house, k!lled your whole family
yeah, the sun laid waste to your pretty little life
and you laughed and you cried, and you sleep and you fight
and you yearn for the day when you’re floating in sp-ce
and you shine on the earth
people soaking your rays
and you shine so bright that the light turns hot
and the people scream, as their barley crops rot
but in heaven the ground looks quite vapid
so flashes of ashes grow ever more rapid
yet you’re not alone after earthy has vanished
in fact you’re surrounded with thousands more planets
and they all wanna run in a circle round yours
yeah, they beg for an orbit, they beg to be moored
pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
press your hands and ears together
thought you’d paradise in ether
but your solar tangles, tethers
’til you cannot stand the load
and on yourself you fold, implode
and form a m-ssive, blackest hole
that eats your heaven alive whole
but hey, that’s all you ever wanted right?
your 15 seconds, to shine in the light?
even as you’re falling, you still have won
is it worth living life if you don’t brush sun?
is it worth everything, for a fling with fame
is it worth inner self, for a faithless dame
put these queries aside, it’s too late to decide
because there’s just one question you shriek and you cry

[chorus]
can i go mainstream yet? x 16

[verse 2]
i don’t want you to touch my child
i don’t even want your body near his
i don’t want your opinion, your views or your two cents
i barely want your eyes to see him
i brought him forth, after torment and toil
brought him out from a freeze to a boil
i prepared him, my image, my vision
and i made the mistake of sharing him with millions
i’ve put him up, but not out for adoption
but you grovel and shudder and l-st for the option
to love him or hate him or snub and berate him
you l-st for the day you transm-te what’s gold plated
to trash that you regard as worthless or wasted
you l-st for the power to rip him to shreds
and to traipse up his body although he is dead
and to use him as target practice for your lead
nah, but i know the whole truth
people can exterminate but they have other powers, too
i crave their elevation, and i’ll immolate to quench it
wh-r- myself out for the m-sses for their likes and mentions
so, hey, well, now you all know
i’m a sl-t for attention, not artistic growth
i lack all integrity, brevity, reverie
simply i am what the audience see me be
but how i’m gonna measure worth without a peanut gallery
i need a solid base of fans to plumpen up my salary
here on my knees, saying, “will you?” and “please!”
because i cannot survive lest you answer my plea

[chorus]
can i go mainstream yet? x 16

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