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letra de part of the problem - dribbles

(yo, ay)
you ain’t helpin’ any part of the problem
mindstate darker than gotham
sh-t darker than compton, harpin at doctors
and the meds dont work, i see my father keep coughing
try dealing cause i’m touching the bottom but it’s more stress, all my friends are asking to spot them (c-nt please)
then these dudes who put the mask on and rob men (ch-chich)
on top of all that i fill my heart with these toxics (why)
i don’t know where to go, who to ask for help
is life worth living should i blast myself
playing pac on repeat, these are cards i dealt
all the shard i’ve dealt and this f-cking gl-ss won’t melt
don’t even trust myself, won’t even touch myself
like that bad cancer half my friends are stuck in cells
if you bally up, don’t forget the gloves aswell
that skin left an indent when you touch the sh-lls
all i see is meth dens filled with blades that injure
we all slowly falling down [?] saying timber (timber)
dudes rolling with more weapons than an ancient ninja
acting like scarface with small weights they ticked up
many taking losses, hardly any making profits. (yeah)
most will get d-cked like a pagan goddess
by some raiding coppers, i can tell that they be on it
i connect with more narcotics than an asian doctor (tung)
mates will dog ya to evade the lockup
kicking b-lls to the feins like its a game of soccer
married to the street, the white girl is my maid of honor
frankenstein was wrong it’s easy to create a monster
people pray i p-ss-away, been called the harshest names
made hurt my favorite comic learned to laugh at pain
see the stars in sp-ce but i know i can’t escape
stuck on earth, half a robot, half an ape

so how would you react if you were me
some people lied, you became hated in the music scene
the crew you leave becomes some useless feins
your best friend dies, your head is duke nukem 3
and what did i do to improve my means
-ssumed i’m weak, till my ex [?] proved i’m cheatin (disgusting)
the kind of proof that you don’t use id
the truth i seek is 3 times what equals 2 times 3 (six six six)
i’m the devil, broke some good ones hearts
did it start at age 12 when i took mums car
didn’t need mob deep to learn how shook ones start
obsessed with my life, don’t know who you poof c-nts are (who the f-ck are you)
what, you want me to say sorry for not fitting in
your rap squads are just a bunch of asphalts, you bitumen
you want to diss but scared to battle, since whens this a trend
you gotta try harder than that for me to lift a pen
smashed your girl no rubber, said i’m the man, michelin
throw a line they see the bait and bite cause i’m a fisherman
truth is yall are stupid and your life of glory
my real life is some you too scared to write in stories
i’m not surprised at all if i collapse and die at 40
why do i deserve to live, i’ve ordered five abortions
i fight sleep just to take the potions
tell friends to kick me points like some shady coaches
hate emotions, so cold cause she’ll be dating snowmen
gloves off, relationships could be a stage promotion
[?} business, cops all love a telling wittness
asking your last nights whereabouts like a jealous missus
dreams of k!lling coppers better than the tellie did it
you act hard but inside so soft, jelly biscuit
sh-t i’m selling it but i don’t want a cell to visit
the studio’s full of smoke we in a smelter district

- dribbles

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