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letra de chapter 1 - dubbs

i’ve been stuck in this dream, in this dream, in this dream
i’ve been stuck in this nightmare, feeling like i might tear
my eyelids out right here there’s something i can’t fight here
i’ve been stuck in this dream, in this dream, in this dream
i’ve been stuck in this nightmare, feeling like i might tear
my eyelids out right here there’s something i can’t fight here

this my, black album i got 99 problems
and i’ve been tearing out my hair, like baldness would solve ’em
tonight it feels so dark send my regards to tomorrow
cause i don’t know if i’mma see him every nights a coliseum
stuck in this requiem all my deepest fears i feed em
they started out as seeds now they starting to grow leaves
and soon they will be trees and nest these birds and bees
they committing burglaries my goals were murdered first degree
first i ain’t believe it, but since i’ve seen it
every single thing i see between it seems so scenic
and i can’t free it, i can’t free it
my mind is in a prison i’ve been living with this demon
sharing cells in h-ll and i’m feinin
for the feeling of comfort now i need it
in my life, used to have some fight
inside of me but, since it left i ain’t felt right
my stomach turns, my tongue it burns
my lungs they hurt, like they gone f-ckin burst
cause i’ve been breathless as i’m laying here restrained
a victim of this torture but it’s all just in my brain
am i cruel enough to do this to myself?
tell the man in the mirror please don’t judge me by my wealth
cause i’ve been searching for, something more personal
but in this world i’m worthless, and that hurts to know
that hurts ya know, try not to curse it
these words ain’t permanent, no time for cursive
cause paper burns, and language changes
someday noone will know, the pain contained in these pages
hard to face it, feeling ageless
tryna keep people away from me anxiety’s contagious
not too sure that society can take this
but i’ve been trapped behind this wall it takes like five of me to break it
i can’t climb it neither, some people find a preacher
some even find a teacher, me i ain’t trying neither
i ain’t crying either, i might be lying feet first
i might be high on reefer, that’s cause sobriety hurts
trying to find a t-shirt, i’m feeling under dressed
in the front of the cl-ss, man i’m a f-ckin mess
breaking down, breaking up
breaking bad lost my mind tryna take it back

pt.2

(demonic voice):
i’m coming after you, after you
i’m coming after you, mr. rapper dude (x2)
this sh-t got you paranoid, paranoid (x3)
this sh-t got you paranoid tearing out ya hair boy
cause the fake they afraid of the truth, afraid of the truth
cause the fake they afraid of the truth, you ain’t superman you just change in the booth
i got that kryptonite for ya, for ya (x3)
with a flow so hot i’mma boil ya, boy ya
treat you like my son, and i ain’t got one
that means you a n0body, hop on the track get ya flow bodied
you frosty the snowman, and i’m a heata
you just a typo, typo, time to delete ya
time to delete ya uh (x4)

verse:
sick so sick i need a quarantine in this rap scene i regulate like warren g
f-ckin these tracks this sh-t is p-rn to me, k!lling hip hop sh-t is bor’n to me
shout out to the man performing these cause that’s the same motha f-cka that’s supporting me
tryna be who the younger me sworn to be i wouldn’t buy your music if it came with warranties
sick of corny beats from cereal artists, who probably got their microphones from cheerio boxes
me and my team we some serious bosses y’all thinner than the plastic bags i keep all my pot in
first show in escanaba i was eating neurottin every song i played then sh-t i probably forgotten
but can you blame me ten mixtapes later lemme put a rubber glove on and fist these haters
lemme pause, that’s a metaphor, tryna diss better work on your respirator’
cause i got some grimy sh-t in my repertoire so lemme hear some new sh-t you ain’t said before
y’all broken pianos broke projectors man we heard it all, seen it all come better planned
lanky motha f-cka pulling treys like kev durant, you just old an washed up, like letterman’s
even veterans know i’m the new truth, that’s why i always stay connected like bluetooth
streets is hard check the comments on youtube 100 million gangsters with no better sh-t to do

- dubbs

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