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letra de i'm ready - androo joseff

gimme gimme never gets
some would say that i’m better off dead
i don’t give a f-ck what they said
i bled and i sweat and i broken my legs
the trail i lead, s-x, drugs and neglect but i don’t give a f-ck what they said – cause i don’t give a f-ck less, now

i’m ready, i’m ready
i’m feeling so steady come get me
heavy on one side, lop sides can fears float?
row, row i said row that boat
i’m too high, i’m running i’m running they get it i’m coming but don’t give a f-ck if i make it
so rags to riches
i made it in minutes
you begging these b-tches
get rich or die trying
more like – i been at, straight 365
7 days straight i’m still up and alive
day in and day out
we shine and we rise
through the dark and the fright
we sacrificed sleep through the sh-ttiest nights and now it’s my time to provide –
make the best of my life

unusual –
beautiful –
true but dope –
truth is you can’t spell true with rue, (roo)
i could hoot with no holler and look cool without popping my collar
i’m colder than igloo living
making big moves like a scholar
playing college ball well that couldn’t be me i’m r-t-rded
i mean i dropped out the day that grade 12 started
getting in trouble with law now i’m falling into a tar pit
well they march by, treating me harshly
it’s probable, each problem solved…
is another one caused
far from the tropics
off topic
i’m gone (gone)

mock me
it’s bothers me lots, (lots)
sarcastic thoughts you can’t copy my plot
i rock my maracas like i was taught
i walk well they talk
i was often called to the office
well the cl-ss tries to box me in
label me like garbage
bags tag
writing cl-ssic knowledge – in the form of a song but i better myself by brushing them off
working hard for the hot shots to say my spot is the bottom
well they envy me like i’m a threat to the icons on top
on the grind all day, all night long
took up insomnia to write my wrongs
hitting the bong, part of a creative process, locked in my room at my moms house

running toward the shock
got no glock
acting like someone i’m not i got caught my the cops
from robbing a couple cars
other than that i’m just tryna’ hit the l!ck quick – before i drop one on my own watch
how i fought for this spot try to rip me apart
see how far it’ll get you
how much it doesn’t effect my motto
take the hate as motivation
try to carve it into my bark
i’m ready for labels
i’ve been judged my whole run
soon to hit the jack pot
i’m not talking the lotto
i’m gone off to toronto
new york, los angeles, wherever the ball rolls, well i fall into parliament
an i got this sh-t n i stalled a bit but we keep balling

i’m running i’m running they get it i’m coming
i’m blunt and i’m done playing mr. nice guy
i’m f-cked up and ugly
i know what i do is disgusting
all these thoughts in my head
aren’t up for discussion
i’m cunning
the boogie mans behind you he’s thumping
they huffing and puffing
i’m touching the hearts of a couple hundred at least

said f-ck this (f-ck that)
now i’m ready to run it (run it yay)

i’m a different breed and it’s all suss
they caught in a bluff it’s pathetic
we learn from it once then we go get it

yay, i do what i do and i am what i am
i ran with a scam and got hit with a blam
stayed true to myself and now look where i am, (b-tch)
(yuh yuh)
reluctant i spit –
(yuh yuh)

i’m ready i’m ready
i’m coming i’m coming

i’m ready i’m ready
i’m running i’m running, (yay)

‘m ready i’m ready
i’m running i’m running –
i’m running, i’m coming
(yay)

gimme gimme never gets, blaow !

- androo joseff

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