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syrespite - 6am كلمات أغنية

[intro: seek]
type sh_t, uh

[verse 1: seek]
i’m from the region of students not livin’ righteous;
just learnin’ on how to shoot it, all because they’re lifeless
the guns they’d boot it, ‘side of the s_v covered wit’ vices
as they thoughts would scramble in their head like lices
k!llin’ others is not justifable; i lost my brother
how can i endure such a f_ckin’ suffer?
shut the f_ck up, ain’t you just talkin’ too much?
and i have feelings arranged to feelin’ out of touch’
can’t numb the pain wit’ royal floods
violence just isn’t all ’bout blood’
it’s rough and tough, and that’s just what’s up
just ain’t nothin’ good_
just goes its seperate ways, ain’t that scary though?
but the way society just goes on how the wind blows (mhm)
they’d entertain the stories of weights to not grow
until it’s skeleton for ‘glory, looks and make money fold’
like, “ain’t that so freakin’ cold?”
and i reply, “until it just hits your f_ckin’ soul”
y’all need to grow old, ’cause some of y’all are f_ckin’ slow

[bridge: sy]
mhm
okay
it’s 6_, okay… (hey)
[verse 2: sy]
it’s ’bout 6 in the morning, and my mind’s storming
hurricane_trauma incoming, such thoughts i’ve been thumbin’
unintentionally collecting ’cause my head has been buzzin’
quite easy to, “be” in this hive of mines, stressin’ overtime
psychologically i’ve drained, and i hide_
ain’t got time to even socialize, and i don’t mean to bite
‘nor in senses to be dry, and as i_
just trying to comprehend these thought of mines
it’s hard to confide, on what’s going on inside
seems like there ain’t a guide, now there’s a hole outside
cover it wit’ a plaster, and i’ll be fine_
still and all, bleedin’ bladder but i’ll still fight
as my life_ don’t have a meaning, so do a sacrifice
save everybody elses, but mines’, ain’t that right?
i’m stupid to say such a thing, but i’m just quite lost
as i’m not clear as voss, i just feel tossed’
i just feel gone, and i’m just freestylin’ right f_ckin’ off
pockets fat, rick ross, but i just feel dead like nate dogg’
like who’s f_ckin’ hand am i even clingin’ on?
because the feelings beginnin’ to put such buildings on (don’t jump)

- syrespite

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