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letra de wreck - denace

[verse 1]
i know you probably don’t care
but my life right now is no fair
walking around in this cold air
at the airport sitting at o’hare
i’m thinking of taking the next plane out this d-mn place i was placed in
man i wasted so many d-mn days in, i need to get away, i need a vacation
all the fake faces, handshakes, and all the bullcr-p that i can’t take, i wanna vacate somewhere far
but i can’t cause i gotta stay for the people that need me to escape
cause i know i got fans that need me everyday to the day they p-ss my tapes
to the children at a faster rate than it took em’ to get hooked on in the first place
when i rapped away on youtube, when i had a little buzz going, little fan base
little canvas i called my notepad, little room, big thoughts
working on my vocab trying to master my flow to a toe tag
to the point where i murder anything that i spoke at
i wanna thank everyone that took a poke at
this career that i chose to go at
they thought i would quit, then choke back

[hook x2]
i woke up in a sweat (sweat)
a pounding on my chest (chest)
a nightmare in effect (effect)
the darkness overhead (head)
this is my life, i’m upset (set)
i can not catch my breath (breath)
i feel like nothing’s left (left)
see my life is such a wreck (wreck)

[verse 2]
i woke up in a nightmare
i try to fight despite fear
i have no light, it’s night here
i just finished my ninth beer
my mind is racing light years
i spend most of my nights here
i can’t get out of this h-ll hole
come down and see the sight here
it’s crazy man, i’m losing my abilities
or any sense in me to find ways out my insecurities
now picture this deceptiveness
seven kids forever rich, it’s evident this evidence
that money don’t bring happiness
cause out of all those happy kids
there’s only ’bout a fraction of, that actually are having fun
i say, barely half of them, the other half are miserable
living life, no principles, they hate themselves, they’re p-ssed at you
we all live in the twisted truth, i’m sick of it, sick of what i’m drifting through
man i cannot understand the sh-t i get myself into
they don’t give a cr-p about me, f-ck ’em, i’m an animal
dismantle like i’m hannibal, all these f-ggots d-mn ’em all

[bridge x2]
they told me, i wouldn’t, i couldn’t do me
but i showed ’em, i proved ’em that my soul is still free
i wouldn’t, give up no matter what they all said
i did whatever the h-ll i wanted instead

- denace

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