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unconxious. – good kid, m.a.a.d city كلمات اغاني

(mmmm,please)
good kid, m.a.a.d city (whoa,whoa,whoa)
good kid, m.a.a.d city (whoa,whoa,whoa)
good kid, m.a.a.d city (whoa,whoa,whoa)

apologize to my father for being so distant
can’t get my face together and tell him i’ve missed him
friends, drugs and moods created a distance
what holds my life together in silence and can’t even listen

hope more than anything that i turn my life around, learn my lessons
cope with my issues differently and maintain my relations
reach elation, find peace of mind
patience within me so i can occupy my time with p-ssion

used to p-ss by the same paths
now i’m in my prime and hang round the same cats
able to have a laugh, not worry about currency
currently i’m fine, but how long will it last?

i’ll ignore my tasks and fail this test
don’t want to be bring me down, but i must confess
cause it’s happened already, when i’ve meant what i’ve said
now and then, a chance action and faith prevail in my head
(while transactions stay in my soul)

we are sons and souls, sounds and songs
wanted to cool, was heated but turned cold
we are suns and souls, sounds and songs
wanted to cool, was heated but turned cold

did i want to grow up to be like me?
a good kid in a mad city, average with some acne
smoking marijuana is my habit, my haven is a havoc
have it has you please, in my country it’s practically free
asking for heaven, what’s happened to me?
now i know i’ve paid the cost of pleasure, you see
chose leisure over developing me due diligently

gentle thoughts of being generic surface often while writing lyrics
generate repet-tive narratives of pure empiric and where i find limit’s
(liberate) from gimmicks, sacrificed my appearance and still want a quick fix
conflicting thoughts in a corrupted mind feels like politics

reaching out to gods so it cl!cks, and i can connect the dots
examples of flaws that i must correct
take too (long) to learn from mistakes
and it’s taking its toll, running in circles, birthday in fall

but i’m a good kid, my city is mad and i’m mad at my city, that’s (all)
product of my environment when the environment it’s a product
mannequin roles or under wrong rules, hard to be honest when automatic rules
only got an opinion when penning ink, it’s therapy and my souls it cools

did i want to grow up to be like me?
a good kid in m.a.a.d city, average with some acne
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[voicenote // friend “jack”] 22/12/2018

yeah man, burn it burn it, hahaha
manito cai, por acá estoy es buscando un beat manito. y nada con la aspiración de sacarle algo potente panita, claro, claro

- unconxious

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