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letra de procrastination - kuhmposure

ive been chilling every day
exceptin procrastination even though its not the way (x4)

i know i can’t stay away from the craft
its an addiction, on the bus in the morning, even when im mourning, my soul is scorning, scorchin, poaching for the omnipotent, spears to my peers for the fears that i dare to address, yo
my life is a mess in this current state, i should sedate, shouldn’t date, harboring hate, say that i want mates, but all i’m seeing is fakes, for god sakes, just need a real friend, thought i found 1
maybe 2, but sh-t remains a mystery, scooby doo, gotta search for these clues, blues
even if i was an inter-dimensional doctor, theyd still be saying “who?”
people dont get it if i go to quick
they say im just shaving the surface
oh shick
thats a fallacy like me being happy
in isolated instances its possible
evermore? not probable nor plausible, my life ain’t crop-able
you can’t minimize, it fabricates a disguise, but im disgusted in these guys that lie
constantly crusading imperiously, constantine, my knowledge expands
like grains of sand over many lands
this is a new era, adjacent hands
oh my d-mn, know thats the realest, if you can’t feel this, you gotta be the vealist, imma seal this sh-t right now, u a clown, imma king, lack a serotonin got me seeing things, differently, but i know imma depend on a page, a pencil, or pen, to amend over the next 1,080 kends
yes, till i can meet christ in the flesh
and ask whats next, and why, and how, what was all the suffering worth now? why do i feel like a blaow to the brain, and being insane, is underplayed, but still so lame!

ive been chilling every day
exceptin procrastination even though its not the way (x4)

2nd verse, gotta make it better than the first, we dont
“put em in a coffin”
we put em in a herse, then suicide drive the calamity off a cliff, climb back up that precipice, thats a metaphor for life, i doubt i got it right, cause coming home to my parents fights
is the reason im up all night
an insomniac, that could truely never be good at rap, because im not black
god d-mn that sh-t is wack, f-ck that
rap is poetry, and i put it in perpetual motion like the timeless times of the ocean, put my foes into a state of commotion, before i skin these motherf-ckers alive, “it puts on the lotion”
my notion is soon ill be coastin but resent boastin
ill become humble, will surely fumble
but you know my intention to repent the devils retention before i receive my pension
to god, i request to quit my quest of questions and adjure acceptation, inst-tute inception, be the purdue of perception, i just wanna give the listner everything i am, i just wanna slay beats like the summer of sam, i just wanna prove out of everyone, i was the hardest working man, and about other opinions, i never gave a d-mn

- kuhmposure

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