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letra de compos mentis - gruff

[verse 1: franklin armstrong]
wake up some days, f-ck this music
i need a break sometimes
i write my life so they know my life
now they’re preeing my life online
tell ’em i’m cool, i’m fine
life ’bout lust and life on rhymes
franklin armstrong life and times
pray my spirit lives on through time
to much to ask, but life ain’t good
never missed the past
and i’m breezing through when i skip the cl-ss
red wine in the bottle like sunday m-ss
i confess myself (myself)
everything i did (i did)
don’t believe in it (in it)
the solace it will bring

[verse 2: decentdecent]
they say i can’t rap, why’s that?
can’t lie i don’t care ’bout that
but the rap game’s f-cked
and i can’t lie manna can’t hack
so i went and had words with dad
like dad, why the f-ck am i always so d-mn sad?
swear down dad i feel so mad
told me there’s a thin line between lies and fact
and you can’t see that ‘cos you’re always way too fr-ssed
i was like yeah, that’s true
but i’m still sat back with the backstrapped food
getting high like i usually do
can’t front got me feeling all blue
but i’m still en route
where to?
don’t know, don’t care
anywhere that i can’t think straight
cos i need to escape
so i need more grade
all these contradictions
lies never leaving
it’s jokes how i’m only compos mentis when lean
but i need to believe, ‘cos i ain’t got no plan b
okay, let me set the scene
never was down with gcses
now i drift on beats like i did drift through school
cos man that shit weren’t me
still made to believe that i underachieved
made to believe that i couldn’t be a part of the masterpiece
they said i couldn’t be a part of the team
like f-ck that i can’t get down with these g’s
it’s like we stopped living in peace
decided to place our trust in machines
you can talk so much shit on the net
but i bet you wouldn’t say that to your g’s
nah you wouldn’t say that to me please
go on then, go on then
draw for the stick
you can dip, dip man right now
and it wouldn’t mean shit
put your money where your mouth is
i ain’t got a big stack right now
but soon come i’ll be counting
don’t doubt it

[outro: franklin armstrong] x 2
i confess my sin (my sin)
everything i did (i did)
don’t believe in it (in it)
solace it will bring (will bring)

- gruff

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