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letra de 9373 - lil bowen

i’ve grown so tired of all this sh-t
i lost the will to fight alone
i’ll throw myself into this pit
what you call h-ll i’ll call my home
i feel so wrong telling you this
but then again i’ve lost control
i wander where my mind pretends
and i still have no f-cking soul

i just wanna say i’m sorry for the sh-t that i started
i’m bizarre and nostalgic
i just f-ckin’ tear beats apart when i fall
i walk or stumble, royal rumble in the concert
trippin’ over your speakers my numb mind don’t work
my dumb foot don’t hurt
my d-mn fists go berserk
my f-ckin’ face like a zombie
my own eyes backwards
on my ass, in the grass
through the glass, f-ck my past
i’m the last one to leave
but the first one to laugh
when i can take a million dollars f-ckin’ throw it all away
call me stolin never colin all i do is f-ckin’ slay
know i started up the game
they’re all callin’ out my name
f-ck the rich and f-ck your fame
and not one to point the blame but i’m a liar (nope)
i aspire to inspire every motherf-cker who disses me
misses me, then f-cking p-sses me off
you can’t comprehend my lyrics
they’re from another dimension, suspension
where you’ll be in about fifteen seconds

i’ve grown so tired of all this sh-t
i lost the will to fight alone
i’ll throw myself into this pit
what you call h-ll i’ll call my home

so i’ve made some mistakes
it’s my statement to break
everything in my way
do whatever it takes
can i show you the way
how i’m not getting paid
for the grind behind me
no not today
if you wanna catch me
rewind the tape
know i never found a better f-ckin’ way to escape
this time behind me and i’m better for it
i’m k!lling without a k!lling
you can’t ignore it
still can’t afford it i hope it the back
lockin’ eyes with your girl for a matter of fact
sh-t is wack, i’m not black so they criticize
i attack with this flow so they still despise
can i settle good for more than making metal
when i push the petal
swerving at the speed of light
devil outta sight
grab the f-ckin’ mic
i’m psyched, ignite the motherf-ckin’ flame
i’ll burn your house down tonight
i fly past here your pastor’s lying
i rep this sh-t why am i declining
east coast b-tch, i roast critch, get a switch
otsego amigo and i’m sick of this sh-t
tryna test out the west
ever k!ll my sk!ll and prove i’m the best
put the past to rest
if i gotta do it on my own you know i’m going harder than ever
check the weather, i foresee a storm and i know better

i know that everything’s okay
now i have nothing left to say
i feel so wrong telling you this
but then again i’ve lost control
i wander where my mind pretends
and i still have no f-cking soul

(yeah)
or so i’ve been told
they call me (they call me)
9373 (9373)
9373 (9373)
9373

- lil bowen

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