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letra de bagatelle - joel sieradzan

[intro: bridge]
am i going crazy then, am i right to think that if i keep persistent
then i’m gonna make it there, oh so passionate, home run that sh-t
the trophy; i’ll take it back, so old fashioned i gloat like classical
notes, yeah

[verse 1]
i hope one day i get what i want, i ain’t tryna be greedy
i’m just fair in the thought that i deserve it all and i’m not talking ’bout everything, i just mean the sh-t i could never get when i fought for it, i soared for this, clawed my way out of this fortress pit, swore to lay down every thought i thinked, get all the pain out of this awkward situation it’s in, inside my brain though therе’s a stalker that sits away until i think i got something good then hе reveals himself in proportion; in disproportionate bits, it’s awful
it is, but i’d lying if i said i’m always sad, majority of the time i feel great, but ill fate comes in divided pills, take one they taste sum like expired fruit cake, that’s why i don’t take ’em that’s f-cking disgusting, man, what you on, but sometimes it feels like i swallowed a bunch cause outta nowhere it hits like bam with the glove, and i got jackass motherf-ckers telling me that i ain’t with the rap act, motherf-ckers selling me too, i swear to god i start believing them cause they ain’t seeing the sh-t in my heart and they don’t want me to too but i do, i do, and god-mn i want this sh-t more than american law tells women they can not abort their child and they gotta have it even if it was forced there, pardon the -n-logy but i do not give a f-ck, it’s hard be rational when you grew up with the love and was taught to be kind but this world is so evil, this world of sick people get you buried inside the bunch, yeah
[bridge]
am i going crazy then, am i right to think that if i keep persistent
then i’m gonna make it there, oh so passionate, home run that sh-t
the trophy; i’ll take it back, so old fashioned i gloat like classical
notes; that’s bagatelle

[verse 2]
sounds so short and simple but so beautiful when the force is
ample, i go for the temple then close the stem cells, hope to get you at a more suspenseful time, raise the adrenaline, you got a new shirt like displaying a mannequin, you gotta infer what you say ‘stead of running that mouth you keep running like you staying ahead the race, but you ain’t in front of sh-t, the day you beat me’s the day that i quit, that’s crazy but b-tch, i ain’t f-cking nicked the surface of what i can say when i spit, i’m just starting i’ll say sh-t still when dearly departed, if you don’t sit still when near me, i’m on edge and it will just feel so eerie to converse, again, i hate saying this sh-t, i have more good days then weak days in this b-tch but weekdays i just sit just playing with this mic like the
media did since the age of the printed paper, put his face on the thing, change it a bit, make him an alien then say some some racist sh-t then degrade him again cake the pale effect on a scale of ten d-mn, my apologies, i tend to ramble when penning a lot of these songs, it ain’t handy to bottle it and i got no other option but to fan out the daw, i write this then i lay the tracks, say the facts maybe one day they’ll grasp how crazy that man is, amazing talent, they just had some trouble to face adaption

[2nd bridge]
that this ain’t a game to me, i ain’t playin sh-t, no twitching or flaking see, i’m staying here, not moving a muscle man, you couldn’t shove me with wizardry masonry
nah, this ain’t a game to me, i ain’t playin sh-t, no twitching or flaking see, i’m staying here, not moving a muscle man, you couldn’t shove me with wizardry masonry

[verse 3]
i just keep building my craft, who’da knew that i’d stay true to my
craft, after all this time they thought i would stop, but i just kept
shooting like zapruder with that camera that got mr kennedy’s last
moments before the blitz obscenity, fast forward this war we’re in’s
already the crass horror we wanted it to never be
see, i get so off topic, i think of a d-mn random message and jot it
and it don’t add nothing but honestly i don’t think it’s affecting the progress, like i said, i like to ramble, the mic’s my family and the line’s the mantle; they go together like being in front of the
fireplace to sing a christmas night soprano, yeah uh

[outro: bridge]
am i going crazy then, am i right to think that if i keep persistent
then i’m gonna make it there, oh so passionate, home run that sh-t
the trophy; i’ll take it back, so old fashioned i gloat like classical
notes that’s bagatelle

- joel sieradzan

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