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z (of firing squad) - artist كلمات الأغنية

[intro: z]
firingsquad
we are savage
keep going i’m good
aye
this all i got

[verse 1: z]
if i let you go you’ll probably fly away
you the breath i hold so don’t ask again (ask again)
if you let me die then i’m positive my ghost’ll watch you f_ck if you find love again (love again)
i’m drunk again, but the kids asleep
but they old enough, they know i’m off my rim (they know that sh_t)
i’d die for you
i’d die for them
you gotta understand y’all the life i live (y’all the life i live, get that)
f_ck i’m gone, i’m on my hypodermic
cause i don’t need a l, cause i’m on e again (e again)
should be going wrong when this fire burning
but i don’t put it out, i keep a swisher split (swisher split)
where the booth at?
cause f_ck i’m stressed
but that’s the problem all my time is spent (time is spent)
cause every time some sh_t goes wrong in this rap game i take it out on them (take it out on them)
sh_t f_cking with my family when i’m doing it for them
so how the f_ck i’m supposed to manage?
cause i can’t (can’t)
cause all i wanna do is act a beast up on the mic, i’m finna hit the stage and rep it for the brain (brain)
come home and kick it with my kids (kids)
whatever they want i’mma spend (spend)
i just wanna lay down with my b_tch (b_tch)
but i’m just right back up doing this
bet
it’s firingsquad to the death (b_tch)
p block repped till i’m breathless
but every once a while i need a moment for my child so my son don’t wonder why then my daughter know that’s it
f_cking on my b_tch every chance that i get cause i might hit the water
push it off of a cliff
that’s why i make up for the time that i miss
cause that’s all that i got but since my fam i’mma spit (let’s go)
[chorus: z]
somebody tell me where my kids is at
cause i can’t see ’em while i’m touring on this road
somebody tell me where my b_tch is at
cause she mad and won’t pick up the phone
cause i’m a artist
cause i’m a artist (that’s all i am)
cause i’m a artist (you get that sh_t)
cause i’m a artist
this sh_t’s the hardest

[verse 2: z]
been giving all my life to this microphone now
but sh_t i got so busy i don’t like my phone now
who else i f_cking wrote though
i’m hype for dough now
so i don’t got a choice, this is all i know how
see my girl want a second but i’m leaving in a second so i gotta put her second (i don’t mean to)
feel like i’m f_cking up a record when we put together stepping but i gotta bring this bread in (f_ck)
f_ck i’m confused and halfway done too
with all we gone through and no cash to run to
then why they change now, cause bucks amongst us
man i don’t want these groupies, b_tch i f_cking love you
but i gotta go for this pot of gold and our kids dreams (i’mma get this)
i’mma give ’em z and make history
and when i come home i hope you’re there for me (i hope so)
cause i don’t think they understand i’m more than a hundred
even i’ve blooded it
i’m buzzing i could paper_mate
trynna give my family all the time that i have
but the time that i have thin, this paper’s made (god d_mn)
better luck resting with a razor blade (ugh)
i ain’t deny what you crying, just embrace the fame
cause this our lane
and where we at, wants to k!ll the beat so let’s just ride the train
brain
[bridge: z]
this is all i f_cking got
y’all don’t understand
whether i want to say i’m a motherf_cking artist
that’s it
brain

[chorus: z]
somebody tell me where my kids is at
cause i can’t see ’em while i’m touring on this road (on god)
somebody tell me where my b_tch is at
cause she mad and won’t pick up the phone (d_mn)
cause i’m a artist (that’s all i can be)
cause i’m a artist (y’all don’t understand, this is all i f_cking got)
cause i’m a artist (if this don’t work, i’ll be a f_cking bum)
cause i’m a artist
this sh_t’s the hardest

[outro: z]
this is firingsquad
brainsick
that’s me
that’s the f_cking definition of z
i’ve been doing this motherf_cking sh_t since i was about 12 years old
and at the end of the f_cking day if it don’t make no money
i’m a f_cking bum
i have nothing to give my kids
if this verse don’t sell
if these cds don’t sell
if this t_shirt with my ugly f_cking face don’t sell
i’m a f_cking bum
this sh_t the hardest sh_t in the world
if you ain’t got talent, leave

- z of firing squad

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