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toiryan - remember me كلمات الأغنية

[intro]:
no hook
no reason to sound like another
rapper you going to forget about
so this is nothing but bars
i promise you you ain’t going
to have no choice but to
remember this one
tell all the little kids
get out the room for this one
this one right here is
going to get too real
understand

[verse 1]:
because i have tunnel vision wreckage
no replacing damages
natural disaster
contemplating savages
pussy is a motive
the bed is a crime scene
murder weapon sex game
handcuff his wife please
eye of beholders
beauty is in visual
these bars got uglier
in high school musical
rappers hiding behind residuals
sweeping bones out the booth
where i slaughter individuals
the davinci code is
embedded in my blood
and i shed combinations
to your funeral in every cut
these new rappers could maybe
learn a thing or two
yeah i’m new
but my competitions overdue
prior to the elevation
meditating escalating
holding all her fantasies
medication hesitating
jumping to conclusions
rolling to intrusions
rocking on this beat
until the audio is fusin’
confusing to the context
battle new niggas next
just to show rappers
i ain’t miss any steps yet
go ahead and close your eyes
when i’m talkin’
it’s easier to vision
all these steps when i’m walkin’
sprint along to the beat
of this drum
while my tempo is strung
to the melody of hums
in the jealousy of nuns
that could pray on my mixtape
rosary lyrics run across
on their shirt straight
damages i’m ravishin’
brandishing and handlin’
channeling spanish chicks
trying to stroke the man who spit
deliver a quiver
of warning shots for contributions
f-ck raping a beat
i spit prostitution
posture alignment
my special -ssignment
stand straight when i’m gone
i fold away when i’m rhymin’
i open chapters where pages
steady turn faster
write a story of
natural disaster
chainlink master
construction of a pastor
who prayed for the weak
when his faith was playing casper
these unsigned rappers [?]
a grape wine
i take a sip of your mind
b-tch now wait in line
with the others that’ll all
fill in the missing lines
to say my name in vein
but steady kiss my rhymes
there’s a proportional existence
to my last love
still plastered in the zone
where i think of
all these compositions
that i ever wrote for her
and every single commandment
that i broke for her
so say my name slow
you might choke on it
i like it sexy in your voice
when i stroke woman
so tell me are you real
or are the moments fake
cause artificial can be made
out of real clay
who else got a problem
because hopefully they’ll solve it
answers like me are questioning
before dissolving
mental devastation
heavy damaging the contemplation
sampling the invitation
competition hesitating
niggas on a rise
who’s standing at the top
where the battleground is covered
with the b-tches that i stopped
what happened to this kid
out of high school
i never stick to the script
everyone got their eyes glued
they never tell me diss legends
don’t worry
a legend ain’t a legend
if the protégé don’t tell the story
and the same b-tches who would diss me
are lining up alphabetical order
like they miss me
and i’m the kind to take
the time out the schedule
to overdose a hoe with
middle fingers like it’s medical
carve your heart into a clover
get back the luck
i got to stay on my grind
like the skateboard is stuck
i don’t make music for
the positive energy
even are my love songs
got to start with an enemy
i see your girl in a club
and her gl-ss is empty
find her naked on my couch
with your love not in her memory
open up her lips
every breath will remember me
i gave her cpr
with a word that start with letter d
yeah use imagination
role play my life
and take her down to your basement
utter my name without any hesitation
watch her hide in your bed
to start a little masturbation
i hate niggas that hate
to see my niggas happy
that’s why i keep a warm smile
when throwing disses at me
about my music ain’t street
i’m still ruling you
i make music
real niggas get pussy to
either get pussy or be pussy
i beat them both
be a rapper or be a pussy
i eat them both
don’t ever ask me
which one i do the most
i eat her out and write a song
at the same time about doing both

- toiryan

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