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letra de the storm - ace the child

[intro]
when do you realize
everything might be a lie
when do you wanna see that
everything in your life
could just be some fantasy
just because of tragedy
just because of what you’ve done in memories, is it worth it?
is it worth it?

[verse 1]
how am-
i supposed to be this modest, honestly surroundin hoes
they surround my body, i surrender my whole obstacle
instantly, irresistibly i been around the pole
cue ball, white enough like my own skin or winter snow
who’s to know, you the note i keep on my own telephone
seven plus, six enough, cause i ain’t f-ck with corporate code
broken road, b-tches like a poison toad they getting old
except they ain’t go way, no no
you can’t push away no ho
when you on the rise, tryina look up at your idol’s eyes
yeah the pie, ain’t better than cake, but cake too idolized
p-ssy poison, women golden, children sewn into a world
where no one ever keep up hope, always looking for a quote
but all they know is mothaf-ckin’ rappers biting dumb-ss flows
if they talk in real life y’all would think they probably f-ckin slow
imma go, i think it been time for me to polar poke
i’m rhyming tho, don’t you f-ck a chosen child’s time up tho
yeah, oh, tryina write till either me or my phone dies
keep on rolling but anxiety too much so i just p-ss
im busting my -ss, tryina get that green, i’m pleased with capricorn
feeling like i’m in a world where caps can’t keep no reservoir
reputation f-cking up
poor my sins in my d-mn cup
poor one out for broken love
poor it all out for the holes i been in
it ain’t no way imma pull myself out this one
grab a gun, take a hike, tryina run away from light
it ain’t easy being in a household full of catholic life
tryina hide my distance from my lord, i’m putting on a smile
aye, oh, 15 years a slave, ho, taking all
couple years and weeks away from changing my mind, sh-t
i been liking wine it
wasting all my time when
i got conversations
with so many people i ain’t really f-ckin down with
i just wanna text my homies bout this f-ckin music
you can’t talk to me unless it business
flipping the situation, complacent
sick of the swimming demons, new bases
can’t give myself credit, still bas-m-nt
seeing the true trade, and i take it

[out]
faking, saving, soulmate
take it, play it, more tapes
praying, like it, 9/11
blessing presence, couple years
and i’ll be up in la
selling out some venues
stirring up a typhoon
what be on the menu
x2

yeah schools been just… uninteresting lately, i don’t know honestly just nothing makes me happy no more it’s f-cked up and everything but music my main bae right now like nothing else can take that from me, ya know?
aight
aightimma hit u back ina week or so with this album so jus be ready bro… aight cya
oh shi-

- ace the child

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