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pablo iv - neon cassette كلمات الأغنية

about time that i get it forreal
i used to say the industry’s fake and i’m saying it still
they claiming they real, praying while they waiting to steal
your name and your deal, lord, i know satan is real

he’s breaking my will, i been f-cking aching to spill
and shaking to grill, a couple people back in the ville
i’m breaking the seal, vaping while i’m waiting to deal
with no gaming when i’m saying that i’m aiming to k!ll

like f-ck everyone, that did me wrong
on and on, long till the day was gone
like f-ck everyone that caused me to mentally snap
like every track, i wrote to get my memory back

my energy bad, used up like every rag
i readily crack, but when i do my memory black
i steadily drag, me down the therapy trap
is terribly sad, i hope to get my clarity back

i’m back up on the scene and i won’t go away
sitting kinda calm, i rode away
sick of people saying i’m a song away
i’m back up on the road and i know the way

(because)

life is hitting me making me kind of nervous
cuz i’m willingly breaking into the urges
man i’m feeling the aching out on the surface
i’m the epitome, living life with a purpose but

am i k!lling it, am i really talented?
or am i just another guy that’s nothing more than p-ssionate?
just another gimmick that he mimic and be panicking
or legend in the making and he waking up inadequate

like d-mn, am i really good enough?
did i take the bars where all these local rappers couldn’t of
should i rep a set up on my head i mean who wouldn’t of
or does it hurt my cred that i dead or f-cking good enough

dawg, is music my identity?
is this who i am cuz i feel lost and i need clarity
heard the music game will make you hate yourself like heavily?
and f-ck if that’s the case then i just made myself an enemy

i’m back up on the scene and i won’t go away
sitting kinda calm, i rode away
sick of people saying i’m a song away
i’m back up on the road and i know the way

i’ve been cooking up some problems up in h-ll’s kitchen
pits of fire, demons and the women yell b-tching
where i’m locked behind my bars cuz they well written
horns for the halo i don’t even see myself switching

f-ck that, i’m breaking the box
i was made in heaven satan couldn’t hurt me with shots
if the headman with the led man and the murdered out glocks
would’ve sent them, i’m a felon with the man with the cross

but now i, see them no denying their props
i’m a h-ll’s felon you can see me running through blocks
cuz they chase me wanna tase me and then out me in locks
it’s amazing how the maze i’m in is never gon’ stop

and now i’m running for my life, fighting negativity
fighting for what’s right and now they never getting rid of me
sprouting out the wings, ripping off the chains
routing off the sins, pure beginnings is a change

music is my therapy, tryna k!ll my bad side
have a small circle to eliminate the bad vibes
smoke a little herbal so i level off the bad times
i f-cking cut the family i couldn’t stand my dad’s side

i couldn’t stand them going calling me crazy
i couldn’t stand them going calling me lazy
i couldn’t stand them going bashing me daily
but to my face them b-tches calling me baby

yea, i don’t give a f-ck anymore, man

just doing music because i love it

mcmxc

- pablo iv

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