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letra de endgame - ccyler

[verse 1]
i wake up the next day a victor
yeah, the war’s over
but i look around and see the world on fire
all because i called out one liar
i’ve won now, i know i can retire
but i don’t know if i should give up on being a rapper
wasn’t this my dream?
or should i keep it short and sweet?
should i end it on a high note with this lp?
or should i continue to be?
should i continue to k!ll beats?
or should i extinguish the heat?
do i think i could come back and improve it?
or will this shadow linger with me never being able to outdo it?
is this album my endgame?
or will i never be the same?
i burnt this battlefield like notre dame
flames all around, sky lit up like it’s dawn
or maybe that’s the lsd that i’m on
just kidding, i ain’t addicted like the hans
bombs dropped like that summer in france
flowers were bought, placed on graves en m-sse
but none will place poppies on my headstone
because by the time’s engraved, everyone will have let go
which gives me more incentive to end it all
it lets me loosen my grip, and not catch my fall
ends my cells, my words, my raps, my life, and it all
i just hope i’m not found by logan paul
why don’t we make one phone call
i might even leave a suicide note
i would like to go out wordless though
well, let’s dial up like davey c at the alamo

[interlude]
-phone rings-
911, what’s your emergency?
i just slit my wrists, help me!
where are you, sir?
i just k!lled my shrink, help me!
are you on 38 blaine road?
wait, i wanna die, don’t help me!
we have a disaster team headed your way
think positively, think positively

[verse 2]
this negativity you should stray away from
remember your shrink’s last words, “don’t forget where you came from,”
but when i look down at my hands, i see a guilty, bl–dy mess
is it his blood or mine? i don’t even know
all is i know is if i’m dying, then it’s really slow
i can feel the adrenaline as i watch the ooze flow
through cuts in my skin, through the cuts in my wrist
it all feels the same at this point
did i hit a nerve? ’cause i lost control of this joint
i grab the knife and take a stab at it
literally, and then i twist and dislodge it a bit
i find that between two bones, it’s a perfect fit
maybe my hand was made for that slit
maybe i could find another spot like a pupil
just as i ready the blade, i come to my senses
i’m cyler, i was built to to rap for the m-ss audience
i wasn’t born, i was willed into existence
rayyan is a grade 9 student, i’m a sp-wn of satan’s
it ain’t my time yet, because fate wills
me to make k!lls, sacrifices so i can pay the bills
i have been sent to seed discord amongst you puny humans
just wait until you find out eminem crash-landed on earth with newton
it’ll be like 1857 india in a state of mutiny
i can feel myself bleeding
the pain is fleeting, but it’s feeding my soul
now that i’m closer to death, i feel more alive than ever before
i could just lay here and die alone
in a pool of my blood, i feel comfortable
there’s a voice somewhere, shut her up
oh sh-t, it’s the services come to take me away
now i’ll never see the light of day
their carrying me away
no, i fell into my thoughts again
i’m cyler, i’m a f-cking king
i’m not one to fall for suicidal sh-t
i wasn’t send down for this
i wasn’t sent to stab my shrink
i was sent to grab a beat and go for the k!ll
this is not a f-cking drill
i’m gonna roll up out of here like jill
i’m gonna be a billionaire like bill
i’m gonna grow a pair and open the gates
i’m gonna jump out the window, let everything go, meet my fate
no! i’m falling for this sh-t again
i’m cyler, i’m a f-cking king
i’m not one to fall for suicidal sh-t
to grow a pair, i should close the gates
deep inside, i know this ain’t my fate
don’t be snide, you know you can’t hate
the fact that your mind thinks this way
don’t you wanna see the light of day?
the beats are what you slay
but people are not things
then why is there a man with a hole in his chest on the floor?
why are there police officers bursting through the door?
why is it that i’m being ignored?
i look out the window as i did before
and i see a crowd of more
people than what came on my tour
they disperse and i see myself in a pool of gore
i didn’t fall into more thoughts
i fell from the window of that block
now i’m imprinted into the sidewalk

- ccyler

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