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yung løne - hurt كلمات الأغنية

[alone]:

subliminal out of my element
all of you rappers are tryna stay relevant
lyrical rappers have died in a sediment
all we have left are these mumbling specimens
resident
in repeating their testaments
negligence
inside their peripheral vision
they’re literals
squishing their minerals
we are the lyrical liberal criminals
spitting these syllables
these bars original
smoking medicinal
breathing through spiracles
audio-visuals
translating our bars into something so spiritual
call it a miracle
we’re saving the rap game
got the back lane
wearing black saying
“all these b-tches whack”
they better relapse
gotta bring it back
to that time to the good rap

get the f-ck out of my lane
all of your music is lame
i douse myself in propane
and light up my world and my soul
so i will no longer have to feel this pain
it drives me insane
it drives me away
it keeps me awake
stay in your lane
don’t try to fight
in the night
and in spite of my actions
i just might
k!ll myself and watch the cold world rot into blight
stuck inside a fragile mind
dynamite explodes inside
tryna find a right time
to end my f-cking life
f-cking suicide is all i try to fight
watch me bleed and try to find a way out of my f-cking life tonight

[papa sleep]:

deep in the labrynth of babylon
creep with the p-ssion of prawns
sleep move with nothing but cannons and arms
f-ck it you’re losing an arm
act like you’re starting a movement thinkin you finna blow up all of your bars are congruent to trash all of you useless and wack clueless to the impact of your raps
got you f-cking clout chasing
but there’s just a drought waiting
want respect but won’t stick out your neck when you only out for another check

i need some balance in life
i have a challenge taking my time
you faking who’s writing your rhymes
burn your ghostwriter with a pack of matches
talking excorcisims of your cl-ssics
the king of rap is back to the take the throne
another battle in the thunderdome
get your thunder stole when it’s just me and alone so you better head home sending shots at your dome you lacking color and tone
f-ck up your brothers you’re falling apart
you plotting on making some money but never just think of the art following trends so you’ll never go far copying anyone better than you are stop rapping and start looking for a way to depart

- yung lone

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