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letra de a blank soul - fo chief & kontrast

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(kontrast)
they say to follow our dreams, but there’s a broken path
filled with dope models and hollow scenes of open bags
with c0ke on ’em, they borrow schemes of dope and swag
’til their throat swallows the streams of all the goats they gag
pray they don’t follow these teams, they mostly jokers, jack
they tote dollars that’s cream all in a grocery bag
so what’s the misery…
i rip the swisher sweet
open gash, make these high hopes burn with symmetry
floatin’ past, make the sky choke when i simmer tree
last rope, i p-ssed by who i was meant to be
but then i see him
and then i see why i would never want to be him

chorus
i don’t think we came with
any other fate
but we make what we take down
i won’t feel the pain if
we take in what we say until the plate is really scr-ped down
i don’t know a shame if
a mistake is a mistake
but i’ma wait until i’m straight though
ain’t no way i’ll make it
until the shape of this place turns a face of a blank soul

(fo chief)
somersaultin’ out these bad dreams
wakin’ up from cold sweats
can’t put my finger on it, i dunno yet
just what to get from it, i feel like i’m on lockdown
i smell the blood, i got a whiff of it
every single night it seems to trigger this
disfigured everything i figured in a snap of a finger
and i’m sick of it
show me a rulebook
i’ll show you rules that
have been broken in two, why would you pull back
can’t gain a single inch, it’s hard to plow through
when you got nothin’ but birds all around you
i never thought that i’d be chasin’ down my own tail
it’s hard to tell, but sh-t i know that struggle so well
there’s no one else to lend a hand when you sunk and sh-t
i clear the brain, free of strain
love is sustenance
i’m tryna figure ways to get rid of this headache
so pardon me, i’m just tryna get my head straight

chorus
i don’t think we came with
any other fate
but we make what we take down
i won’t feel the pain if
we take in what we say until the plate is really scr-ped down
i don’t know a shame if
a mistake is a mistake
but i’ma wait until i’m straight though
ain’t no way i’ll make it
until the shape of this place turns a face of a blank soul

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