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otitis - lookatyourself (ft. bmag) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – ot-tis (bmag)]

cold to the core, chest be froze
underscores ‘tween all them x and o’s
runnin’ more, team f-ck a vegetable
(report it all like ya boy lester holt)

from the best i wrote, to old throwaways
them quotables can still go a ways
they approach like “yo, your whole road is paved”
(but how much i gotta meet till the quota pays?)

random thoughts… land of lost
fire caught as i ran across
(so there goes those bridges) damage costs
(i can’t hold those digits) vanished, tossed

(they know my silage) touch of frost
had fo’ do’ visions when the bus was boss
from nothing to something, i always knew one thing
(i couldn’t take time off, cuz rust be disgusting)

l-stin’ for a bit’a them plush things
i be feelin’ the gushing of a lot that
gumption, now i needa go hunting
for the feeling the blunt brings
make a k!lling and run things
that’s a high i be wanting
(do you feel that?)

kinda hard to be trusting
could i conceal that?
everyday i be l-sting
for one thing (sh-t be gettin’ real bad)

everything that a love brings
numbs things; i’m scared to feel that
so every chick that i f-ck with
i jump ship (cuz i fear that)

same 4-year sh-t happen again
give myself to a b-tch, quit rappin’ again
solo-ness keep a grip on the p-ssion and friends
(lose myself to tracks, no traps, i’m eminem)

no lack, no slack, in fact, the pen’ll win
no hack, no crack, no wack is hidden in
no act, no back but-ton to innocence
(i’m shackled to this realness, till the “fin”)

crave nostalgic times, that’s (free and livin’)
young inside the mind, i (see the vision)
age too hard to climb, i (do division)
days done gone and died, that’s (true religion)

in the present, i be pickin’ and choosin’
socializin’, rhymin’, or a quick diffusion
balance challenge, fall off, i’m losin’
(one thing or another, make thoughtful movements)

i don’t hurt people, that’s hardly fair
cuz it ain’t worth sleepin’ in karma’s chair
fake friends want money that were hardly there
(and them broads feel for me like barbie cares, so)

[bridge – ot-tis]

there’s a look at myself
epilogue, and the book on the shelf
there’s a look at myself
epilogue, and i’m gone, put the book on the shelf

[verse 2 – bmag (ot-tis)]

i can tell by the look on their faces that the prologue is unread
i’m committed to the soul, but i’m unwed
mag is living by the code that is unsaid
i tried to tell ’em that my role is old (they’ll never know i was un-dead)

seen enough to be sure that this
ain’t the only plane: just the only you
fate controls the language i’ve shown to you
(they who mold the game l-st controlling you)

type that, backsp-ce and re-write that
all the glitter and the glam bringing sight to the side-track
black face and the white mask
(hitting twitter and the gram is the light way to fight back)

i subscribe to the time behind that
when the rhyming kind could realign the mind gap
and define the shine so you would try to find
the fine-line designed between divine and my rap

i’m trained to see between the make-believe and lies
fake people and hate’s the reason why
vacancy’s in my grey, deceiving eyes
they can’t meet the highs, they proceed to my

lows to see when bipolar meets the wise
i hold my hopes and dreams in my
scoped rifle i load to squeeze but my
mothers, o, and taichou’s the reason i

dead it, seems so pathetic
for like eleven years, my dreams were prophetic
and yet, i’m here with hopeless sheeple on myopic steeples
who would vote for evil on credit (i don’t get it)

i was a fan of the future, demanded the truth
in the land that i planned to recruit for
but look at what i gained from my game when the time changed:
(20 xans and a handful of losers)

hand me the sutures, i’ll get it together
one glove, one predictable sweater
one love to the kids that’ll better from our committed endeavor
(to let the pen bring an end to the written vendetta)

you see, we need that, and through the fire inspired, we can achieve that
whether you fight or desire, better believe that
wouldn’t leave rap to these cats
who choosing by the views (and proceed with feedback)

everybody’s got a hand on the plan ‘long as
they can leech it, i stayed strategic
but no matter what we’re dealing with, they never seem to feel enough to
care to reach it (they’re paraplegic)

i shared the thesis, but the length made ’em hesitate
let ’em be “lit” ’til they detonate
we can leave ’em down in the ground so the sound gets to resonate
(and you can read it when i levitate) no?

[bridge – bmag]

here’s a look at myself, prologue and the book on the shelf
here’s a look at myself, the prologue’s so long that the book’s on the shelf, right?
here’s a look at myself…
here’s a look at myself, the prologue’s so long that the book’s on the shelf

- otitis

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