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vinny crook$ - narcolepsy كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
look, god forgive me i could never spell sober
couple homies in the range rover eyes glowing, like nasir in belly
bae blowing up my celly, making pit stops for henny
we on a mission for trouble bad b-tches and fetti
my patna said “is you ready?”, as he gets his piece with the ski mask
i thought rapping was my profession
momma said you a king, don’t treat it like a peasant
and the road to success is hard for me to exit
rhyming like ’95 this my anti-depressant
this gift is surely a blessing, like gods favor and protection
and i still keep it g every day and night
how you gone chase for cheese if you three blind mice
they say stay in school, but my finance ain’t ripe
thats why i’m about to hit this l1ck and get my money right, yup

[interlude]
i try to, i try to stay neutral and discrete but i’m riding with the homies
i try to do some dirt, but i keep dreaming for a come up
it’s like i got narcolepsy, ya feel me, i don’t know though

[verse 2]
sometimes i look in the mirror and i ask myself
is life worth living should i blast myself
moms is kicking in my door yelling get a job, make me proud
its like they don’t care if i blow up, just get a stack for my intuition
bumping aquemini, 3 stacks had ya boy half twisted
liberation had me motivated, let me hit the stu bet i’ll get it
rina was b-tching, hitting me up saying i’m unloyal and i’m selfish
what are we if you can’t learn to trust me you think i’m wealthy
but f-ck it, pursue my career not for mo money like damon
meet a b-tch named mercedes getting head in a mercedes
blood sweat and tears no raymond
hope i make it famous, keep my lines ill
like a aids patient, get my uncle out of jail
sporting my cadence, f-ck clocking in in h-ll

[hook]
now lord knows that i’m destined to be a winner
if the preachers son smoking tonight then were all a sinner
never meant to make your daughter cry sorry splinter
i ain’t getting caught up in the mix again lord
i ain’t getting caught up in the mix again lord
i ain’t getting caught up in the mix again lord
i ain’t getting caught up in the mix again lord

[verse 3]
most of the time the truth ain’t attentive
and most of the time the lies get attention
throw a beat on, bust a valve from spilling my heart
composing art like mozart, pop pilling to start
shallow dreams, empty feelings depart
god willing, no patriarch just bad cards they dealt ya
say they felt ya i’m trying to build shelter from the shrapnel of burnt bridges
the first lie ever told to me was from a preacher
have you ever seen real hollow tips bring a reaper
two heaters under two seaters with the reefer
on the dash by the bible, from my teacher
this world ain’t a keeper, we undervalue freedom
they say, but i see it as a blessing honestly
and i promise to keep it honest honestly honesty
is what they love to see, say i’m rhyming for conscience
but conscience don’t make dollars and sense
and if it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense

[outro]
demons on my ankles, angles grabbing my wrist
saying no, no, no, i need holy water to free my sins
probably get arthritis with the pen if i made a list
the homies bent up with a mac-11 in the honda civ
saying no, no, no, i need a venue so i can win
i need to win, you can journey with my narcolepsy

- vinny crook

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