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letra de grave tripping - ike o'sign

[verse 1]
yeah yeah, aye, yeah
sat at home with a chip on my shoulder
the cheetos are hot but my interest is colder oow
i really switched up the focus
emotions stop like i been playing poker
getting dome from a b-tch on my sofa
and i don’t say squat till the sh-t is all over oow
she said i’m way too private
i’ve been silent but i’m still kosher yeah
i feel like n0body gets it but who am i kidding don’t get it myself yeah
i could put flow in a sentence and hope that they listen i’m crying for help yeah
i’m feeling so disconnected but whom i am distant ain’t something to tell yeah
i’ve got a hold on your presence that sh-t i was gifted but put on the shelf yeah
i’ve been grave tripping (yeah)
my sweet dreams taste bitter (yeah)
my freak dreams, ye visions (yeah)
brain deep ain’t living (yeah)
might need eight swishers (yeah)
see me, take pictures (yeah)
industry made b-tches (yeah)
they speak fake figures (yeah)
aye, and i feel the envy
if i’m being real i can’t deal when they venme
surrounded by optics, they plotting against me
the mountains i conquered are far from a venti
the album i dropped it and everyone frenzied
a thousand on prosper it popped like a hemp seed
it’s goodwill and honours whenever they text me
i should feel accomplished but i just feel empty (empty)
aye, lyrics dressed up in drag (drag)
the way the agenda can change in a beat switch
all that sh-ts in the past (past)
i say in the present and that’s where i keep it, aye
who the f-cks in my bag (bag)
i feel the pressure whenever the beats hit
like all the new sh-t is trash (trash)
every session i feel underachievement
[verse 2]
aye, look
that made me question my worthiness
like do i deserve all this?
if verse ain’t perfect then i gotta purge every word then reverse to the hurt again
sh-t that i don’t say out of respect, uhh yeah
i could aim for some neck, aye
i could make all the pain go away in an instant if i just dissed them instead, uhh yeah
but i give them silence
been out my mind for a while, i’ve been whiling
stabbed in the back by the ones who are spineless
cutting all the ties with the knife they supplied us, oow
nothing but a speck on the canvas, oow
head’s too big for the cameras
i sold my soul for my goals getting handled
now i feel the stairs when i walk on the campus, oow
they’re saying i want that
but my old friends won’t make eye contact
i know dope heads, cocaine, nylon bags
and the fact that it’s propane when i’m on tracks like yuh
gotta make it happen i don’t see another option
i’m forever snapping i can’t let ’em get me boxed in
hung with the kids who would pop sh-t
saying f-ck 12 and they went and copped scales
they was done weighing options
yeah saying f-ck 12 and they went and copped scales
they was done weighing options

- ike osign

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