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prop dylan & fashawn - stuck كلمات الأغنية

uh, yeah prop dylan, fashawn
capitol f
lets go

prop dylan

it’s like i’m stuck inside a thinking pattern//
stuck in this rap game but really i could split an atom//
follow the steps that my mother took, but instead of//
reading science books i wished i’d spit it live on jimmy fallon//
drink a gallon of guinness stouts at a city tavern//
and stumble home now vision blurred out with a sh_tty balance//
smoke philly blunts and lose my mind like lilly allen//
these newer times will have me moving to a fishing cabin//
stuck in my hometown, the low down dirty bolanche//
now where the melancholy perfectly bonds, up with the boredom//
and common peoples curtains are drawn, that’s why i started//
visualize about the world and beyond, and i’m gone//
still a world wide traveler, chasing my oasis//
like liam and noel gallagher, the designated driver survivor and not the passenger//
leave it up to me i’d move every day up in the calendar//

chorus (fashawn & prop dylan)

its like i’m stuck in an error//
either above the clouds//
or i’m under the weather, whenever//
i’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind//
i remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind//
fashawn:

it’s what i’m used to, being stuck in neutral//
til i expanded, dilated like my mothers pupils//
corner quick sand, something deeper just to get grands//
hit the penitent, and got my wrist band//
sh_t man, time stood still but i still stood time//
couldn’t stand being broke i know i should grind//
this chronic got me, thinking bout escaping from the pavement//
buying acres in jamaica, vacations in croatia//
i learned stuck just a mind state, grind early grind late//
til he up like the crime rate, i thought i’d never leave this
concrete jungle, too busy out here going ape with my prime apes//
i took a pen and redesigned my faith, now he defines what’s great//
lames trying relate, stuck at home now i’m out of town//
i jot it down, while apollo brown provide the sound, like that//

chorus (fashawn & prop dylan)

its like i’m stuck in an error//
either above the clouds//
or i’m under the weather, whenever//
i’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind//
i remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind//

prop dylan
listen, it’s like i’m stuck in an era, came to ruffle some feathers//
but had enough of the pressure, that i be putting on myself//
to crowd please ’em, and came to the conclusion that i genuinely i got love for this era//
so f_ck it whatever, ain’t playing tug of war with family//
but f_ck out of dodge when it comes to underdog mentalities//
cuz that’s when they only root for you once until you win//
then you’re stuck wishing for sudden loss of gravity//
it’s all insanity, stuck inside my comfort zone//
now if i wasn’t, i’d double up the money flow a hundredfold//
the runners on my feet’s for when the trumpets blow//
still trying to squeeze a diamond out a f_cking lump of coal//
and if your lyrical with rhyming, then your numbers low//
guess i’m the living definition that it wasn’t so//
see i hate being stuck, and love leaving//
but nothing beats the unequivocal feeling of coming home
(i’m in my f_cking zone)

chorus (fashawn & prop dylan)

its like i’m stuck in an error//
either above the clouds//
or i’m under the weather, whenever//
i’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind//
i remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind//

- prop dylan fashawn

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