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letra de ecstasy dreams, pt. 2 - empathy (australia)

[intro]
imma tell yous a story real quick
imma- imma tell you ’bout this crazy f-ckin’ time in my life, man
aha, this is real sh-t
uhh, f-ck
uh, this is the last track i guess
yeah, f-ck
aha, look

[verse]
woke up with ambitions and my face up in the pavement
nose bleed from the sniffin’, comin’ down is how my day’s spent
back up in my crib, now i’m sippin’ to stay brain dead
temper runnin’ quicker and thinner than what usain did
now the party’s over man, the hangover’s a big b-tch
not no bradley cooper, never see the silver linin’
bile on my jordans, smoke a quarter now i’m righteous
turn somebody’s daughter to a naughty little object, ahh!
look around at family now
they was there back when my mama kicked me out of the house
i would travel to their residence to burn up the ounce
before their mama found us out and now i’m back on the town, f-ck
don’t think that i forgot about the favours
even though we drift apart, i hope you see me on those stages
and my bruvvas stay in contact so the kid can always page ya
and one day i’ll send yous bands just to repay all them favours, d-mn
i said, one day i’ll send yous bands just to repay all them favours
and i hope that yous remember all them nights we popped them x pills
i told all of you lads that when i make it i’ll be major
the nights when we was wildin’, they be stuck up in my mind still
the sh-t i’m writing now is f-ckin’ real, not just for time k!lls
hopin’ that my words will put you f-ckers on a big hill
livin’ in the crib and smokin’ good from what a verse built
aye
yous always told the boy i had to make it
’cause you think your lack of talent will prevent you from my placement
to be honest couldn’t tell ’em that i ain’t know how to take it
’cause everyday i write it got me questionin’ my cadence
my flows, relations, burn bridges, let’s face it
not a people person, but you c-nts my type of people
i done put in so much work for somethin’ that i’m yet to reap
i guess i’m burdened with the feeling that i needa feel complete
my girl she f-ckin’ saved me, got me back up on my feet
threw a hand out when i’s drownin’ in the drugs that had me weak
f-ckin’ fiendin’ for some different substance every f-ckin’ week
before i reached my limit and my peak had me defeat
but now, i look around at lads that made me
and my shawty who is nothin’ like the exes that hate me
i know they hate to see me on the screen that’s hd, but
imma keep on workin’ ’til these flows repay me
b-tch
[outro]
aw, that’s it, that’s the f-ckin’ album
i got no more songs, i got no more breath
i got no more chop, we’re done
we’re done here

- empathy australia

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