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letra de kill jarrad - dead end dessie

[verse 1]
(k!ll jarrad)
another flow in my beat
another foe to defeat
i think i might just
(k!ll jarrad)
another gun on my waist
i put the gun to my face
i let it run and erase
i think i might just
(k!ll jarrad)
nearly was a pill addict
people always thinkin’ that they know me
but my image is distorted
every image i’ve aborted
cos’ i’m thinkin’ i am more than all the things that
i was taught that were my limitations
and i’m pacing back and forth in this room
mad for all to -ssume
i am sad but i knew
every thought that has bloomed inside of my mind
is like a beast that’s grinnin’
and he’s beginning to be unleashed
and he’s a minute away from coming out of mind
i’m so out of my mind again
(k!ll jarrad)
we were only kind of friends

[chorus]
feel like i’m losing my mind (ahhh)
feel like i’m losing my friends
feel like i’m stupid at times (i’m stupid, i’m stupid)
feel like i’m burning a bridge (i’m burning this bridge)

[verse 2]
(k!ll jarrad)
what does he know?
he is the ego
he’d rather be going out to drink with cheap hoes
he never was in beast mode
lazy had the cheat codes to this rap sh-t
so he never practiced
he was steeped slow
took over all of my life for than was right
adoring his sight and was ignoring the rhymes
but now i’m back and i’m k!lling him
slaughtering mics every morning and night
villianous
i am a nightmare
limitless
i swear there’s times where i might stare all night way up
to skies clear and lay there for what feels for lightyears
and i say and i pray
“god narrow my focus
k!ll jarrad and damage my ego”
f-ck the booze and the wine
and seducing the dimes
i’m choosing to rhyme
i’m soon to be fine
i hope so
cos’ at the moment i

[verse 3]
last year i just tried to be perfect
i was deserting the writer inside of me
fired my purpose
pretty ridiculous the predicament that i was in
but i’m beginning to write again
feel like ridd-ck
came to k!ll the critics
hideous low and insidious though
i’m an idiot
bicker and showing the villainous, cold and reptilian flow
that i have on these hoes
when i’m sticking my sixty inch lyrical d-ck in this beat
when i’m ripping it slow
and i’m sick of me forgetting who the f-ck i was
ditched the bandanna and hoodie for something more fitting
spent so much time in the gym
started denying my pen
became a narcissist and hard this is
i’m mad at me
cos’ like a bathroom that you cannot sell to families
i couldn’t get any sense from this vanity
jarrad is dead in the body bag
the old me i just brought him back
and my missions to slaughter rap
and it ain’t b-tches
the bottle of hennessy ain’t finished
sit up
the gym ain’t my my focus
but i’ma keep my chin up cos’ i

- dead end dessie

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