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letra de muzzle - empathy (aus)

[interlude]
well, that leaves me with this last one-
what does that concept mean to you?

my whole life i feel like i’ve always been told-
“wow, arian, yeah that was great but, imagine if you actually tried”
and that’s just it, why would i put my energy into something i’m not passionate about?
imagine if i actually tried? well imagine if i actually f-cking cared
like, for too long we waste our time tryna please people that don’t even care where we end up
or what direction we take
underachiever is taking back that control
imagine if i actually tried? well like here- ha, here you go
this is what you f-cking get
and this project embodies this idea that although
we might not know our direction initially
eventually we can take those feelings of negativity
that are pushed onto us the second we’re out of the womb
we can take that and transform it into something beautiful
into something that means a lot to us and
something that not a single f-cking person can look at and say
“yeah that’s great but, imagine if you actually tried”

[intro]
(uh, uh)
(mm, mm)
never play to the gallery
but you never learn that
until much later on i think
never work for other people
[verse]
i was in the background, puffin’ on the mad loud, mama tryna crackdown
breaking down the boof
lookin’ like a cash cow, you just milk a bad sound
applying all the pressure when i’m steppin’ in the booth (yeah)
shawty never found out, she was just a side piece (nah)
main getting mad now, tryna tell the truth (tryna)
put a staple to ya loud mouth and i’m finna call out
if you wanna talk, don’t be acting brand new, lil b-tch (b-tch)
i ain’t picking up a phone, man, f-ck that
wanna know if i’m about it ‘til i put his sh-t back (sh-t back)
i’ll be chillin’ in the back where my b-tch at (b-tch at)
got the powder on her nose, she don’t gotta brush that (brush that)
had to tell her i was sorry like my name was f-ckin three stacks (c’mon bro)
i was deep up in the civic, she was where the beach at
like i ever need a critic, i already do that
but i bet i tell ya how i make a f-ckin’ tune slap (woo!)
who that? (who?) move back, yeah, uh (woo!)
she be loving how i treat her with the freak acts (yeah)
said she finally figured where her muhf-cking kinks at (yeah)
i been dreaming of this sh-t since school and playtime
i don’t need a watch muhf-cker i’ll make time
now i’m finna take mine, run it past 8 mile
see my white ass and my face up on dateline (yeah)
course you cannot, when you tell yaself you can’t (aye)
she ain’t even know me but she hoppin’ in my car (aye)
smelt a p-ssy muhf-cker cologne on her calf (aye)
left her in the dust now, knew it from the start (aye)
i don’t give a f-ck man, i’ll be blacking out
left my dinner and some f-cking weed crumbs on ya couch (on ya couch)
slipping through the cracks now, boutta meet god
and i put it on my mama and the f-ckin’ missed calls (woo!)
i’m zoning, lost focus (woo, woo)
i just wanna throw my f-ckin’ phone in the ocean (woo, woo)
everybody bogus, like a kid cudi fan
kid seeing ghosts, popped one too many xans
up and ready man, crack of f-ckin’ dawn
tryna cop that fetti man, can’t n0body stop it (can’t n0body!)
i done went exhausted, list of all my options
so i gotta rap this, so i gotta pop sh-t (pop sh-t, pop sh-t, pop sh-t)
so i gotta spit a sick stanza, obnoxious
bands on the bands burstin’ outta my pockets
i’m f-ckin’ on her, but she lucky, got options (for real)
i’m smokin’ all posh and sh-t, one finger up and the other up in her
that’s why i done cuffed her, she gave me this feelin’
i’m dreamin’, i’m costly
i smoke by the pound ‘cause my life like a movie that’s f-cked aronofsky (f-cked)
but gimme the power to spit what they wanting (woo!)
i could pull up on ya b-tch, give her rub (yeah)
might take an l but i’m smoking on this dub (real)
and you won’t catch the kid in the back of the club (aye, aye)
i’ll be back to the streets with a packet of bud in my dacks (aye, aye, aye)
how he an underachiever but movin’ ‘em stacks?
moving them stacks?
motherf-ck ‘em, always had what you lacked (movin ‘em stacks)
put a muzzle to you wack rappers tracks (stacks)
[outro]
always remember that the reason that you initially started working was
that there was something inside yourself that you felt
that if you could manifest it in some way
you would understand more about yourself

- empathy aus

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