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letra de two fictitious stories (alongside mine) - kevinkempt

god
my life’s so sad
my dad hates me
my mom hates me
my sister hates me
my brother hates me
my dog hates me
my dog had a dog and that dog hates me
i bought a cat from the shelter and the cat would rather live in poverty than be with me
god, life is just so hard (oh my god. it’s literally summer)
okay
what are you- what are you doing
stop being so depressing
you’re depressing ah- you’re
another win on a page
i make it through these hardships like i’m phinеas gage
my biggest hater most likеly has a hideous face
keep the images within your head like disk stacks
you hit the gym? death won’t care about your six-pack
uh, wish that i could start it back
wanna k!ll the game like it’s my dad and i’m a heart attack
sixteen but i do this on my own. i’m in the lab recording
i’m like mgk cause being sixteen doesn’t matter for me (i don’t like mgk)
haven’t introduced myself so now i’m gonna lay it out
used to lie in songs about how i would like to spray it out
never had to fight but i still tested for a black belt
passed that test while sick like i ain’t care about the hand dealt
worked hard for this
while y’all half-trashed it
raise the white flag, matter fact, half-mast it
did this beat myself to prove that yall are half plastic
the other human half are still lying, grand b-st-rds
or something
i couldn’t think of something. sorry
i was having too much fun

nah, but, give me a second
just give me one second
three, two, one, and
boom!
you weren’t expecting that, were you? i hope you weren’t expecting that
kev bless the mic like gesundheit
took you out. the picture didn’t look right
even in a good light, so i had to crop you
chop you down like nevi on a chorus fan’s would flock to
what’s up? you were on queue
what happened to your law school?
after you tried dissing me i saw you lost your job, too
so many pathetic and set in stone at the same time
man’s stole my phone, so i taught him how to facetime
d-mn, that was a great line
catch me in a motorcade
all i need is kick and snares just like my name was overpade
don’t live like there’s soul to waste
shoutout to my jazzheads
started living life since it set in that my own dad’s dead
i ain’t even rap, yet
this is all just practice
this is me just rhyming while i cuss out all you has-beens
tried to reconcile and make amends
i put the time in
all you told me to stay on the sidelines
i was crying

that’s why i say die then
at this point, i’m vonnegut
opposite of who i used to be. i wasn’t
i was always consummate when saying how i should behave
“never go to jail or ask about a random woman’s age
always keep your foot arranged so that you fit in line
never go to jurisdiction with a picket sign
at your age your other cousin was caught k!lling time mixing wines
that cannot be you so please sit down inside”
never had anybody watch me
inspirations played a key part in art offerings
your whole discography is merely held up by a drawstring
see me fled from simi cause your fan base is exhausting
all you who put me inside a box have tried to rope it down
no more lyin cause i understand that i’ve outgrown it now
i’m a person who’s inspired. you’re a person who’s a biter
all you gimmick rappers are too scared to ever slow it down (slow it down)
i’ve been at home and i’ve been to the city
i’ve traveled the world, and it’s tragic and pretty
i talk a lot cause i am naturally witty
you had to be kidding when you said you’re winning
cause underground artists have salary limits
i’m naturally timid. you’re naturally spineless
can’t even aim your own gun at my eyelids

peacekeep your home or
police jeeps will roam. if you
deep sleep, you’re clean sweeped
all easy at home
i know we keep our secrets
but you’re feet deep far outta reach
i’ll report you if you ever go

dodging problems; i’m no god of them
i just get rid of silence
never been for the violence
some people target my head
they’re jealous i’ve been finding paths so now they’re wanting me dead
i don’t report cause i hate. it’s for your health and your friends
let me reiterate. some people want to k!ll me
yet when i go plan an intervention, i’m the one who’s guilty

i mean, you did what you could, man
don’t be all hard on yourself about it

this all moving fast. it got me asking where the time at
some of you think i’m perfect and i know i should deny that
told her “meet me by the spot where all the food and lights at”
slapped her skinny boyfriend and it sounded like a hi-hat

i’m just playing; i don’t really turn to violence
had a friend go to a trial and nowadays its only silence
crazy part: he read the bible and had heaven in his likin’
yet the vicodin he turned to was what turned into his final end

summer songs: would you mind if you and i could hum along
why am i feeling bad for tryna discipline all summer long
feel im not improving cause i see how strong the others are
why am i thinking so hard that im asking if i suffer wrong

why am i finding myself even going toward that mindset?
talking bout my life as if the end goals are defined yet
is this karma? ego slaughter through payment of my debt
finding what’s behind it taught me what i want’s what i get

hedonic treadmill has me asking myself what’s next
less successful doesn’t necessarily mean i’ve done less
in rough estimates i guess i’ve lost some years just cause stress
tryna knock some sense in me and focus on a sun dress

but i’ll get past this
grasp at every habit i think is bad until i smash them
speak up when i sense a person’s doing malpractice
abstract my life cause why do mental gymnastics
burn you like the government with plastics

hands to the firmament
sayin i would never climb
it seems to me i’m permanent
did it without any label; guess i’m the determinant
i done figured out the game and
you’re still out here learnin it
h-h-h-hands to the firmament
sayin’ i would never climb
it seems to me i’m permanent
did it without any label. guess that i was deadset
look at your career and all i ask is if it’s dead yet

you know what it is, man
being sixteen
making fun of people who have said really weird things about people who are sixteen
hold them accountable
cause that is weird: knowing that and saying those things
hey, you have a good day, okay

- kevinkempt

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