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letra de don't trip - bambashort

[verse 1:]
look
you know that when i spit, you know i don’t trip
i pick apart my lyrics like it’s a film strip
they speaking hate and spreading lies, you know i push skip
my life’s a movie and i’m writin’ up my own script
my flow is smooth like it be runnin’ down the nile river
all these sucky rappers fish and i’ll just be the fisher
i’m saying what i want, i cast my own line
improvin’ on the daily, like i’m a fine wine
i’m in my own sphere, i think it’s so weird
writin’ music on the dot, and this my first year
i got a small circle, they know i persevere
i’m only moving up, my goal’s the stratosphere
they know i’m gettin’ heated, workin’ like hoodie melo
i’m shining like the sun, i guess that’s why i’m yellow
they know i’m presidential, like i be monticello
so much power in these bars i feel like i’m a pharaoh
sometimes i wanna die, sometimes i wanna die
i’m rappin’ ’bout my problems, ’till they be mummified
the future is uncertain, i ain’t gonna lie
the world is full of poison, avoid the cyanide
avoid the fake friends, you know they all fiends
they haunt my soul, i’m feelin’ drained, and then i still bleed
i won’t ever quit, i won’t ever quit
i’ll try to promise to you, that i just won’t quit, yeah

[hook:]
i got issues and i don’t know really where to start
i got my inner demons screaming as i fall apart
no matter where you’re at, no matter who you are
don’t trip, stay focused, and you’ll go far
i got issues and i don’t know really where to start
i got my inner demons screaming as i fall apart
no matter where you’re at, no matter who you are
don’t trip, stay focused, and you’ll go far

[verse 2:]
i’m not gonna sit here like i’m good and got it all
i’ve been feelin’ like a failure and i feel appalled
they been screaming in my ear to throw away the moll
i’m conflicted, when i think of her i hit a wall
you lookin’ for my friends? they lookin’ for my friends
lemme tell you ’bout my friends, i know they all dead
love scars drippin’ down my neck like trippie redd
i’ve been talking to my pain while dyin’ in my bed
all the patience that i have is narrowed to a thread
i’ve been finding joy in checkin’ on how much i bled
i’m sick and tired of these people all they do is flake
gave them all of my respect, but guess that’s all to waste
freakin’ hit me up and tell me he got second verse
then he ghost me with his ego cause i guess i’m worse
on another note, she lie she wanna make it work
that’s the kinda stuff to put my mood right in reverse
i really tried, for seven days i offered you my time
i should’ve never trusted you with makin’ up your mind
miss me with that cr-p, i know you don’t know what’s tomorrow
but you somehow know the plan in twenty-one tomorrows
it’s ok, i’m used to people feedin’ off my sorrow
i’ll let my anger lead the way, cause he know that i’ll follow

- bambashort

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