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letra de fate (go away) - cons3pt

[intro]
stay
babygirl why don’t you stay?
you don’t have to go away
you don’t have to go away

[verse 1]
incarcerated souls for the goals
you measure our time and taking our tolls
the totals a m-ssacre for the orals
tryna preach on how society m-ssive murder our morals
you tell me to reach and grab for the skies
but really you keep me down on the rise
and lately i’m feelin’ in a recession see
i been losing this battle, depression really been pressing me
you tell me to look better and sound cooler
you tell me to get trendy the brand ruler
has got us in chains and really enslaving us
telling us education the only key that can greaten us
it’s partially true but is it correct
to push on millions and con ’em right into a student debt?
make it harder for a living our credit cut with precision
we waiting patients as doctors incision checks
the derisions ridiculous while we live in a time you plotting schemes
why am i over here losing sleep chasing my dreams? like d-mn
i bet you didn’t get that
the gamble you walk out on my life
i bet you gon’ regret that
so why do i try?
why do i even try?
you’re supposed to give me the support not to deceive and lie
i’m only speaking the truth, i’m telling you what i’m thinkin’
i be acting like i’m not at the brink of my own extinction
(like d-mn) x2

[hook]
lemme tell you ’bout my fate
lemme tell you ’bout my fate
i been tryna get along an spit a flow but as of late
i don’t know how i can go on anymore with all this hate
cause you left me all alone an then deceived me to be fake
(like wait) x2

[verse 2]
soul in the beat
put my soul on the beat
man my dream is for you to put my soul on repeat
but society is halting its honesty and it’s honestly
aggravating i’m under control of powers that’s wronging me
tryna be independent but too dependent on modesty
it’s challenging making moves while the economy conning me

[hook 2]
tell you ’bout my fate
lemme tell you ’bout my fate
i’ve been tryna get along an spit a flow but as of late
i don’t kno-

[outro]
yo it’s king con the arsonist, ready to blow a spark in this
going hard on the track, and i’m healing souls like a pharmacist
giving this medication, it’s taking this dedication
i’m trappin’ your mental prisons, encase your incarceration
making nathin’ soon as i spit a flow i get it to greaten
for the sake of my own talent, the mainstream mainly forsaken
you claim you raping the game
i’m getting ready to boot ya
the saran wrap tight
karma suit ya like kama sutra
i really just be reclusive with the way i’m so allusive
you wanna hear all my rhymes, i’m keeping it too exclusive it’s like-
where’d the beat go?

- cons3pt

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