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noah chase - fulfillment كلمات الأغنية

i’m finna fly up to the sun and ditch the earth to burn my poisons
i’ll probably burn my wings on the journey of course it’s scorching
i can see the future, so i can tell your future and
i could sell a bottle to goons with entomophobia
i’ve probably told you before so i’m finna tell you again now
i’ma make it out of this hole i’ve dug myself into
get down, matter fact get a pencil and pen out
and doc-ment this ignorant n-gg- get it in like he slipped out
till now, i’ve tripped and f-cked around i’ve got a thick file
to expunge and get kicked out with brown skin wow
cool under pressure bet it’s the test of a kids route to fulfill
power potential dormant in his realm
yeah i’m an -ss hole
yeah i adapt slow
yeah i’ll kidnap growth and dash down a black hole
with or without the mask on and come back with pounds more
stashed in the back room
cash out with mad 0’s
although i lack those now now it’s cool
money ain’t a thing but a chain society clasps fools, whack rules
i was wilding removed myself from the hideout
all reprecussions violent when you come and f-ck with my dogs
so i got my sh-t together, threw that in an empty sweater
doo rag full of empty headed television influences
took that to the fifty cent or less cleaners to rid the smell of trying stink
i’m trying to be one of them under rated under famous rappers that sit back and bat his eye lids
lies kid, i’m trynna be one of the greatest
try me, deny me, i’m trying to fight try to confine me
reaching for the stars when i yawn trying to relax
you reaching for the floor that’s a lowball t-bag
low hanging fruit girls chilling in my geo
trynna get a new car, really i don’t need that
i be in the city on the subway with my people
i grew up in new roch-lle but really i’m from the bronx
r-t-rd, i don’t know a lot i’m tryn’a learn things
i’ve ben smoking pot since i was fourteen
probably rotted out most of my right brain
i sane, sorta, most of you my enemy wait
i’m probably my enemy
just got through with wrestling myself for the belt
get a welt from it
spank you like your grandfather from two towns above you in the boondocks
who love you but put the hands on you regularly

- noah chase

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