a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de purpose - civic the rapper

feeding off my energy you people f-cking parasites
i don’t wanna live here i would rather live in paradise
screaming f-ck my teachers while these speakers
f-cking blare at night
it’s hard for me to breathe or even try to feel a thing inside

always in my mind
always on my grind
who the f-ck am i?
someone who’s still high
someone who provides
a bunch of lines
a bunch of f-cking rhymes
i’ll take this as a sign that all i have to do is climb to make myself just f-cking shine uh

do this sh-t for love and more attention that’s what’s fuеling me
don’t talk down on the dead
so bеtter not have me a eulogy
respect i give a shred
cause all your music does
is humor me
i’m laying in my bed and thinking
bout how close we used to be
and

now we left a nice path
text you, you don’t write back
rhyme until my mics trashed
i don’t f-cking like that
hop up on the right track
i might smoke and light that
make myself feel right smacked
by the time i’m gone
and leave these rappers all perplexed
soon i’m coming for they necks
i don’t need all of this stress
this love will make you obsessed
the f-ck you think i’m a mess for?
it’s really hard to believe that i could ever just be depressed more

tearing out your torso
while i’m making more dough
rolling with your b-tch
and she’ll be leaving with a sore throat
alien like korvo
mafia new bordeaux
this cake has been a lie so i don’t
open up no portal

tell me how the f-ck that i’m supposed to change when that stuff is in my veins
put that blunt into my brain
by the time i’m 28 i just wish
i could erase all that sh-t that’s
in my way

weighed down all i do is complain now
f-ck all these rappers cause
i hate the way that they sound
vocal boosts and busses like i’m moving on a greyhound
music is disgusting like your rapping on a playground
yo sh-t is worth nothing i don’t even wanna waste nouns
i keep rolling round with the same crowd
wake up everyday proud
wishing i could lay down
this b-tch is a clown and i find it
really great how
you you
you just ruin life in a fast pace
stuck inside a maze like a rat race
running through these chains i’m in last place
f-ck out of my way i don’t have faith
i’m so sick of pain tell me what the f-ck does that say?

about me as a person
if you doubt me b-tch i’m working
every single day i’m writing until
my music is perfect
and some days i feel alone
i feel like i just don’t deserve this
but the sk!ll is just to pick yourself
back up when you feel worthless
and resurface
even when you’re shaking f-cking nervous
learn to use that energy
and learn when to conserve it
f-ck k!lling all your enemies
just k!ll them in these verses
only thing i’ve ever known
is that this music is my purpose
uh

- civic the rapper

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS