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letra de skeptic - alchemy

[verse: devon culbert]
this the type of beat i always used to rap on
struggling on g*nius jus trying to be an ad-mon
alchemist was there, he saw my p-ssion was saffron
the spiciest sh-t that could go and divide your clique
that was young and dumb devon, soul sold separate
if i could go back so there was no more stressing
att-tude garnett, but flow so stephen
no more half stepping, that was on my last record
the life we live, thats the life i chose
made my choice now i enjoy my pros
the consequences seem like they never ending
the star comes for landing only when god knows, so its
down comes the sp-ceman the day that he shakes hands
with every single fake friend that went to go and play fans
you gotta take a chance, but shorty i got no problems
drinking the water and im going through my third bottle
out in saga, on a thursday?
thats the third day ive been living up in the worst way
im trying to find something to write about
but these women only giving me sh-t i need to go lie about
meanwhile my education constraining
my pen within the pavement while i need to make a statement
the day i lost my son i decided that night i
would only get famous if this rap sh-t paying
charging for my art i had to go hustle to paint and
these b-tches will come and holler jus trying to find they latest
soundcloud rapper with a big -ss d-ck
cold -ss heart, and a small -ss crib
i got no more drive, no more gas
i stare up in the mirror, reflection of my past
what happened to the image i seen beaming in the gl-ss
cause nowadays i hear a joke and hardly ever laugh
hardly ever listen if somebody reaching out
cause they dont know what they talking or they feinding for the clout
if it ain’t come from me then get my name up outchea mouth
but if you really gonna say it never whisper, only shout
the dark knight getting picked on by the vultures
michael keaton bird brained b-tches on my sofa
5 foot 4 with her skin color mocha
i dont even love her, im a d-ck and hand holder
what have i become?
should i go and run?
should i go and stay in the place i always shunned?
or maybe hide away in a forest with a hut?
decisions, decisions
do i really care and do i have ambition?
is my story real or is it jus fiction
what am i missing, bro, what am i missing?
i ain’t rapped like this in a long, long time
long, long time, in a long, long time
long, long time, in a long, long time
im going to the forest, so this is jus good night

- alchemy

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