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letra de bong water - atlast

[severe]

it’s hard to wake up when you don’t sleep
don’t drive, always tired
cause i’m walking these streets
i put my headphones on
listen to infamous beats
i keep my mind lifted smoking blunts trying to keep
myself stress free
i’m tryna find a real
that’s why i speak how i speak
work everyday of the week
and write music like graffiti on streets
maybe someday i’ll get paid for the words that i think
for the words that i write permanent with this scene
i’m throwing up on each track like the fools in the sink
i’m getting high like writing all these words with a krink
i hope my letters better
spent to much time trying to find the right letters
head trippin’ on dreams but in my sights never
whether or not we weather the storm
i rock the purest state of hip-hop
like the clothes that i’ve worn
like the scars that i wear
i’m just trying to live a peaceful life
but i’m stuck in this war
and i’m standing right there

[hook]

how does it feel?
i’m tryna figure just how to deal
is this real?
how does it feel?
how does it feel?
i’m tryna figure out just how to deal
is this real?
how does it feel? (how do i feel?)
how does it feel?

[exsr]

another day, alarm screams loud “life”
another day of tryna figure out whats keeping me alive
surprisingly, today seems just like yesterday
same characters around just a different role played
work all day driving all around for ho-kahs
some how the more dough i make, the more i’m broke
bills, priorities, and all the other sh-t
that comes along starting to sound like the same old song
24 years of age with an undecided end
momma’s only child, yeah, momma’s only friend
cause unfortunately at times you got roots you can’t cut
that’s when music takes over and i huddle in my hut
the studios all i really got at times
my nirvana writing out my everyday to help identify persona
i guess all i’m tryna say is you and i are a lot alike
same track and instrumental just a different rhyme

[hook]

[x-ile]

yo, i been evicted since a young and i can’t help myself
throwing up verse to lose me can’t hold down my words
from spewing coming up some nights its just nasty
somethin’ banging its busted
like anything makes me sick to my stomach
and wonder, if it was you
standing up in my shoes
would you just walk hand in hand humble paying your dues
or would you swear that you’re the illest cat making your moves
you the type to get caught slippin
you ain’t less in your shoes, right?
got much to lose when it comes to my life
baby momma six months in and i still can’t act right
wild ‘n out wit a past that i need to let go
i’m flipping channels stuck in re-runs waitin for you and the show
so i just keep on turnin pages throwing my fists
sick of grinding 12 hours people thinkin’ i’m rich
you swear i’m used stayin’ g lookin’ fresh with a kid
i’m living dawg, different toy but yeah its all the same sh-t

[hook]

[rel$]

its hard to sleep when you ever wait to think
so you thinkin’ like life, like what would it bring
and life, this young kid just 15
upon these streets
and he’s different take a picture see severe entries
live and blink inside and never laid a cross to my back
i gotta seek on what is hidden like this profit and bread
sick and tired of these lovely problems stuck in my head
so i seek for better days and good friends i won’t mislead
and its crazy man, how i always carry my own weight
different traits for heaven’s sake, take a moment to pray
now it ain’t much
yeah it ain’t much, these days
think about what i’ve done as they change my ways
but i change my thoughts and arrange my position
take a listen to the banger ones that still didn’t feel it
as they look at me like “dude, as for life you can’t borrow”
i wished they fueled me in a different way for a better tomorrow to follow

[hook]

- atlast

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