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steven strong - zim zimma (remix) lyrics
ayy i’ma get this sh_t poppin, here’s some nice words
makes me wanna commit white crime like i’m dave burd
but i been gazing at the wrong stars this sh_t is absurd
get off my stage, off my j’s, off my toe, foo, bean curd
you started from the bottom? what, with clean dirt?
i ain’t never seen a poor man wear such pristine shirts
s’cuse the pedo, millie, billie, and poor boy justin bieber
they gon crumble all the same, just some graham crackers, ah!
steven, you weaklin’, you’re beaten, i’m eatin’
stop freakin’, you’re steep in the deep end
no sleepin’ or dreamin’
just mean men been drinkin’ and sinkin’ their t__th in
fresh meetin’s, believin’
their sk!lls are elite when
inside they are screamin’ cus my smoke is all they can breathe in
it’s heatin’
it’s seethin’
it’s clear what you’re readin’
the sirens are beepin’
you’re close to the evenin’
you find what you’re seekin’
i don’t wanna be drake, i don’t wanna be will
i don’t need that false thrill of some lame thinkin i’m a big deal
in all honesty for my health, f_ck a label offer
life is easy when you stay yourself, don’t need imposters
yeah, i done seen some stranger things, 3rd duffer brother
news is just debatin hate, of course we can’t love each other
i don’t do this for the things, bro, f_ck a stocking stuffer
don’t want that cheese with my bread, go to red lobster
i don’t wanna be joyner, i just wanna feel joy
i just wanna see a better world for my girls and the boy
who still lives inside me, tortured and destroyed
who still craves the simple things, like love with no voids
like smiling and laughing and needin’ no toys
cus earth is a playground and our soul has a voice
man, i’m tired of all these chads chillin’ here with kilroy
oh boy pull up a stool to this bar, dave portnoy
just a captain risin’ from the depps, makin’ noise
so you have heard of me, no amber, hi, h_llo ahoy
it’s the savage with the banter and i’m feasting on soy
needed help through this sh_t, shout out sigmund freud
did i mention i’m inchin’ closer to ya henchmen
don’t you listen b_tch keep wishin’ you weren’t swimmin’ deeper than where squints went
took a dip in your first detention
feelin’ nothin’ but imprisoned
within the walls of your imprint
you can live with those decisions
i’m ascending
maybe start listenin’ before sh_t gets blistering before you start missing me before the d_mn audity
before we go to sleep as a part of our past deceased
before we all k!ll ourselves instead of our true enemies, ah!
steven, you weaklin’, you’re beaten, i’m eatin’
stop freakin’, you’re steep in the deep end
no sleepin’ or dreamin’
just mean men been drinkin’ and sinkin’ their t__th in
fresh meetin’s, believin’
their sk!lls are elite when
inside they are screamin’ cus my smoke is all they can breathe in
it’s heatin’
it’s seethin’
it’s clear what you’re readin’
the sirens are beepin’
you’re close to the evenin’
you find what you’re seekin’
founding fathers ain’t around to save us from our debt
this country’s the same country we cried about and fled
i’m barely buried with the scary fury shrewder than judge judy rudely roasting the whole notion this p_ss poor sh_t is a hit
i’ll f_ckin flip the next time a lil b_tch thinks he’s the sh_t for sippin’ up to the mic quite a bit illiterate, deliberately ignorant with a flow nova can predict _ who’s really rich?
sl!ck pr_ck quit the sick bit, real men handle their spit which brings me to a quick list of all the things you miss twisted by the arrogance of the rich:
a self recognition to watch who you let in, surrounded by yes men, enablin’ every direction, teachin’ you zero lessons, guiding your lone depression
all these little men need to go back their little beds
ain’t no white rapper cept for em, but shady’s dead
i’ma keep surviving til it’s me and hades left
and make him bow to me, yeah i’ma make him pledge
i don’t mean no disrespect when i say want respect
when i say i’ll help you up and i got nothin’ round my neck
cus only i can tell me what to do, oh yes let’s reflect
i ain’t giving empty threats to express i got something to protect
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