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stormitive - big l / i'm a loser كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(big l)

[verse 1]
knock, knock, who’s there, it’s me, your psyche
i shove despair down your throat daily, you like me?
i’ve got a lot of nice trails, you really gon hike me?
i’ve got a lot of feelings that you possibly might leave
the park to head back home, dwelling in your residence
attacking your own form is swarmed with bird pellets
there are just so many birds that are formed with wellness
outdoors more is always a sure way to feel h-lla lit
gotta go up more, but sometimes, i just stay down
nothing on my mind, not even park or a playground
daydreams and nightmares related to boarding a greyhound
everyone can see what i’m feeling, go ahead and hate now
little bit of cringe, people poppin off, gonna be sayin wow
sounds like he’s insane but actually, he’s become totally sane now
knowing all the portions of the boat helps load all the pain out
so i’m always soothing as f-ck, but sometimes, i really brain shout

[interlude]
whoops, excuse me for that

[verse 2]
jumping thought to thought, always overloaded
gotta know the truth, don’t try to sugarcoat it
life’s a set of fake t-ts, never motorboat it
tend to feel so naked, better find some clothing
take another trip, more pleasure seeking
milk and cookies, tucking in all the demons
hope they rest well and rip forever
before, i head on out, i really hope they head first
dive into the six inch deep water head first
thought i’d never wish it, guess it’s never say never
lifting up these heavy weights takes effort
specially since they’re coming from the depths i’ve got
way too much or nothing at all, every single thought
all i do? raise my head and continue to walk
it’s within me, past beginning, this b-tch has been called
all i live with, is it given or is it my fault?
all i live with, all i live with, all i live with, all i live with
is it given, is it given, is it given, is it given, or it is my fault, yuh

[interlude]
stormitive, tell them what it is, ooo, that’s it! wait, no! what!

[verse 3]
we call ourselves people, but we’re really shine sprites
if we want to shine brightly, then we’ll need to use our hearts
and our minds and try to make them work together
but that’s a fight that’s inside that can last forever
in this context, forever means your whole life
like, forever on a more personal level, right?
your forever, my forever, we each have our own time
and before forever’s over, sever aggressive hopeless vines
that try to hold you down. cut them up mercilessly, or cut them off
there’s enough to hold you back within you that external vines are wrong
so get them off! who knows what’s a wing or what’s a weight
what’s a vine or what’s a joke, what’s hanging out or what’s a date
what’s a nice gesture or what’s pity, what’s a town or what’s a city
what’s a life that’s been lived right and a life wasted dripping misery
what’s a year well spent, what’s a month well spent, what’s an hour well spent, what’s a second well spent?
how come all of my rhymes as of late ask questions with answers i don’t know?
i don’t know! but i might ask until the vines construct my throat
a little jigglypuff getting hit by wrap from an arbok
i try to choke my questions off but my mind is a train that’s off
the tracks, a storm that can not be consoled, if you will
an overwhelming view that’s being seen from up on a green hill
i stand still and look around and everything brings me down
deeper into the ground, deeper, more cemented in reality
the longer i spend breathing and thinking, the more i think i have an allergy
to reality, i sneeze when i constantly tell myself
there’s nothing else, it is what it is, everyone’s feeling what you’ve felt
but it doesn’t help. i drive and dive and strive and think about the pity
think about the disdain that keeps me down and grounded. i have fifty
reasons why i fight, one hundred-reasons why i soar
two hundred reasons why i cry, five hundred reasons i love you forevermore
but there’s only one reason to leave those reasons on the shelf
and that is the reason y’all don’t like me, because i really feel myself
yet i’m not felt, should artwork have an audience in mind, some huddled m-sses
or should i just rap and tap and wack pianos as my natural reaction?
i’m not part of no faction! i don’t even really have a group
i’m down in the well, looking up at what i can see through my stone tube
up at you. my muse, my one inspiration
perspiration leaks from my skin, i am running out of patience
i’m just waiting for my life to start, run a race instead of on a treadmill
but until then, i’ll just pump my legs and never meet a standstill
even if i run in circles, even if my music’s trash
i’ll just make it and pretend that someone will really give a cr-p
and if nothing else, in 20 years, i’ll really make someone laugh
when i’m an older bigger weirder loser, i guess i’ll show them some of my tracks
how about that? and f-ck yo snapchat! xd

[outro]
ooo, ya just rekt boi…

[verse 1]
life’s not a race or a game in my eyes
a cup of tea, maybe, at a place that’s sun-dried
shoe laces came completely untied
had to take a break and see if maybe i could cry
some days may be a one course meal
legs shaking, baby, how does them shorts feel?
from dismay, i’ll be pleading for a divorce deal
i’ll just fly right by ya thanks to your yield
some kind of business operation or what not
money lookin funny, some little bitty gumdrops
if my ambition is loaded, i’ll go with my gun c-cked
instead of going, i want to start calling it unstop
in addition to reciting, time to start inventing
haters tell me this is basic, but they can’t prevent me
motivation may be shaky, but it’s never-ending
this is a loser note, but i’m super close to winning perpetually
don’t mess with us b! people who were once always testing will never again be testing for me!
eventually…lest your chest rests in a messed up mess of lesser mystiques, whatever it be
never win, never lose, just test yourself, and honestly, whoever you are, don’t mess with us, please!

[chorus]
the proof is in the p-ssive
the secret’s in the sus
i ain’t gotta tell n-body
why i’m quiet on the bus
the proof is in the p-ssive
the secret’s in the sus
i ain’t gotta tell n-body
why i’m quiet on the bus
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)
i’m a loser (uhh…)

[verse 2]
never really gloating, but i kind of hope they catch us
jesters really posing up on those feeds for the cash, bruh
whipping the fingers round really quick like a match cut
and flash up, pictures full of effort like they’re badges
and if you resist it, instantly, you’re a loser man
couldn’t never be one when i really should’ve been
go through life with a nice light sort of plan
i once was really bored, but i’ll never bored again
try to make the most like some factories industrious
never used to be, but i’m longing for the hungriest
might shed off my loserdom, but hold onto my funniness
whatever lays left of it, these brain storms is the ugliest
i’m often imploring my own schmorgesborg to be shutting up
never really on tempo, lonesome, and uglisome
none of the above because we f-ckin running bruh
loser me is loose for free when the sudden storms erupt

- stormitive

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