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reference – bracken كلمات اغاني

[prod. reference]

[verse]
check, look i’m feelin’ put in check
dog, that’s not bird flu, that’s hay-fever from the aviaries
cuz we tryn’a fly, spread our talons, but we caged
the morphine we inject ourselves, just to keep it dazed
i’d drink to my accomplishments, but they got the cups stacked
smash ’em chic cover-ups, we steppin’ out the rug-rat’s
playpen, wishin’ nothin’ on rappers but anaphylaxis
all they can wish is that i say f-ck raps, bring it back
they ain’t get me mad dog, but i’m not relaxed
my package ain’t opened, this just the crackle of the bubble wraps
uh, when i got enough cash to sell the posters man
make sure you blu-tac ’em, i couldn’t stand to be framed
we got a full-flamed track expect the meme response
you f-ckers cry over the average just cuz it’s a mean response
huh, this floor will never get clean;
i tread my nikes through the house so i can walk on all the sh-t i been through

[bridge]
till i’m broken
till i’m broken, yeah
yeah, till i’m broken
uh, till i’m broken i will always bring it back
bring it back, yeah

yo, i’m going back in…

[verse 2]
i told myself three shots, that’s all i need to help me live and eat
i can’t say what that is for me, one shot is for history
one shot is for itchin’ free my gun, one shot at any g
that put themselves above me, man each of their shots be missin’ me
each of their shots be twisting off course until they’re mysteries
while i be philosophizing in my lyrics like euripides
and if you rip-a these tracks, i’ll allow it, you ain’t been p-ssin’ me
off, i ain’t even gon be taken’ it to be in juries
man i trust i put you all in injuries, dissect your sh-t in vivisecturies
my poetry vivid enough to cure blindness in a century
you’ll see eventually
my bars enough to put yours in penitentiaries
man, i ain’t ever been incarcerated, but a g, who’d been done for a bunch a’
felonies, fell on knees and told me he’d been havin’ internal issues like a peloponnese
the only thing that got him through was my voice up on the beats
hide n’ seek with the bars as they come and go like storm clouds
life is a game, and my d-ck is the joy stick
i bite dogs, like that boy vick, if you’re in the trap with me
listen to this actually, tune into this rhapsody
cuz maybe it’s a masterpiece, maybe i’m a mastermind
eschew the song, product of the upper echelon
finding out a rapper who as a child didn’t drug deal
must be a bigger blow than finding out that santa wasn’t real
master of them rapping meals, faster than bugatti wheels
hoping a sign to m-ss appeal, hoping that her -ss is real
i stay in debt don’t pay my dues, i’m dropping flames in syracuse
blowing up like arabs do and smacking heads like caribous
until i’m broken, yeah beyond words

dyaaa

- reference

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