In a cage that can hold me So we go way back, that's the old me They all been talking but don't know a thing About my struggle in life, that's insulting Blood in the upholstery, gun in the safe I ain't never shot one inside, but it's late And my head won't stop talking, I tried walking 'Round the block a few times, but still it's not stopping I'm losing it now, I just don't get it "Have you been drinking again, man? What is it? Don't you see all of these people who listen And hang on the words that you've written?" yeah, get it But I'm in another zone, when these mics go Got a fear of the light like I'm Kylo I might go psycho on a track like a 51-50 I've been tryna to put it on for everybody in my city (Yeah, body in my city) Feeling the pressure, but I will not let this shit break me, I know it (Break me, I know it) Lights on the strip, with my crew in this bitch, kinda hard to stay focused Bustin' out the frame, everything is the same All of the music wack, trying to make a name Getting another head, I know they're waitin' for the shit to go I'm working atop the last shit I wrote a few minutes ago And trying to stick me in the dark, I'm thinking the limit The growth I've been on that trajectory, just wait for the missile To blow and bust in through the door I know they planning on keeping They're tryna tryna keep a cooler copacetic for all of us, but (All of us, but)
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I'm just not feeling that vibe no more Trapped in this room, I can't write no more Not enough drugs to get high again Everyone's trying to act like a friend But I'm just not feeling that vibe no more No more
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Rap's all over the web, no fake friends Got some old Eminem in the tape deck Skateboard shoes in the trunk, with the skate deck Fake heads tryna plot against me, go and place bets Let it ride, and every rapper talking suicide Mix a little promethazine with a little Sprite Trying to live in the moment, the music feeling like The only thing I got in my world that could make me feel alright See I found my own space now I'm looking at some newcomers in the bank account (Bank account) I'm not trying to brag, I'm just saying how You can make it happen, despite the people who hate it now Got 'em tripping, I feel like I'm on a mission To get the people to listen, they got me under suspicion But when I step to the mic, and let you in on the vision They see that some things are forever, but the real shit isn't Ready to pop, I'm making the grave in my backyard Can barely get up the hopes, in these wannabe rap stars And hoping for fast cars, and political campaign I think I've been doing just fine, in that lane but (Fine in that lane, but)
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I'm just not feeling that vibe no more Trapped in this room, I can't write no more Not enough drugs to get high again Everyone's trying to act like a friend But I'm just not feeling that vibe no more No moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
