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letra de casper - chieftaine

verse 1
once upon a time, my mind’s a land far away
since larvae, scarred apart, act like i threw my heart away
hardly starting, sleeves rolled up when my heart is showing
hardly flowing, clotting cause my once present heart is broken
i’m lost, mapping. feel my soul blacken
impersonating rappers whose care seems to be lacking
slacking life, p-ssing cl-ss–rooms
because i know that i will end up average, crashing at my dad’s home
y’all say i’m good at rapping, i say i need practice
i want a flow you can’t touch like inside a cactus
i’m trying to climb up to the top with some broken lattice
i want to reach my dreams in a place other than my mattress
my songs have been on pause because my flaws are afoot
and they keep kicking me till i fall when i’m writing these hooks
there’s only been uno times that i’ve made it close
the old me is dead; i’m a friendly ghost

chorus
casper, just trapped in my soul
got a lot of dreams, don’t want to let them go
people talkin sh-t, i don’t even wanna know
f-ck it, i’m about to go ghost

verse 2
i’m losing connection, far away, i’m cordless
i’m not k!lling with my flow because i’m lacking worship
too rich for free lunch, too poor to afford it
i want to k!ll on my flow like i’m a swordfish
showing hate for the rules, and whoever enforce it
stealing forbidden fruit; sneaking in the orchard
it’s crazy, i’ve got beef; but, my plate is pork-less
how am i to make a mark when my tables forkless?
how do i find happiness, it’s too hard to seek it
now my face is breaking out like the guards are sleeping
stressing over nothing, i want stouffer stunting
life’s a movie, and the cast? i think i’ve broken something
because, the endings coming, and my friends are running
you ain’t getting gravy when you’re soft as stuffing
i’m reaching out, yet i’m not coming close to
my friends are disappearing, guess they’re all ghosts too

chorus

verse 3
i can’t take this warfare
how i started a diffute between my parents down stairs
just when i thought i got a grip around everything
my dad’s words echo in my head, saying i’ll never change
my palms are sweaty; i dropped the weight i was carrying
and i let them down again, so their trust i’ve been burying
in a grave yard next to my pride and my hope
and i was buried alive, that’s why i feel like a ghost

- chieftaine

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