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letra de meseeks - ayceeonethirty

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i.q. 150 but i failed all my cl-sses
ain’t seen a thing in years, can’t afford a pair of gl-sses
can’t drive a forklift, barely read, can’t sort sh-t
blew enough slow k!ll funds to buy a porsche with
i ain’t bout to yell out my name seventy times
like i would when i was younger, there’s much more on my mind
coming up they didn’t really listen, only focused on appearance
over all they sh-t talkin couldn’t follow what they hearin
though i said it clear, i took this serious from the start of it
said a lot of crazy sh-t when drugs was at the heart of it
that’s no excuse, i’m just trying to grow as a person
so every year that p-ss i can say i see a better version
cause some of my homies don’t get to see this, they had to leave us
won’t be with me to chief that expensive chronic in big arenas
i sip it and pour it out for em, grind up and light a pound for em
grippin the mic, screaming with tears h-ttin the ground for em
y’all don’t know sh-t about that, ain’t got no other choice
impossible to keep employed, only built for makin noise
they question how i came up, say i got weak composure
know nothing about my childhood, them tapes and them posters
whole generation nostalgic for past sh-t
cause everything advanced more in twenty years than it ever did
so i’m just tryin to write a timeless epic like i’m homer
though i’m far from f-ckin sober with this green glazed over
never heard of sober, i’m just in my jammies and some ripped shoes
that i can barely tie on my own, that’s them autism blues
ain’t gon box with em, you b-tches ain’t worth the work
of bookin mauro to commentate while you make your way to dirt from the verses
they shake nervous, can’t bear the weight of the word
or the world that i try to paint, swear the place that i live in’s cursed and it’s just gettin worse
trying to fight it, i put my life in this
if one person vibing the time that i spent writing is worth it
feel like i’m already dying so i don’t waste sand
throwing up blood in the morning, still i don’t give a d-mn
i don’t get to switch lives man, i’m just trying to get by
since way back blowing t mid gettin high
never saw the kind of opportunities that you -ssumin
think cause i’m white and g-y that no one shoot at me
that’s lunacy, you wasn’t me, you wouldn’t be, you couldn’t see
half of the sh-t that’s made me so f-cked, i can barely look at me
they only pay attention when i plug the mic in
yet i signed up for this, i’ll dance til my life end
couldn’t be no lawyer or doctor, i’m way too honest and awkward
and f-ck a cop or prison guard, crackheads ain’t allowed to run for office
bout to dookie on em
they see my fingers movin look like i been typing columns
some hatin, others honest where they jaw was
des said the carpet, i just nod and feel humbled often
y’all d-ck slingin, don’t understand the weapons of war
that you playin with, and i ain’t referrin to whatever steel you store
i chew up opponents like majiin buu, can barely follow through
your head throbbin, feelin question marked, stephen thompson you
with philosophic, knowledge, i dispense
feel connected to something other, that’s why i get so intense when i do this
y’all fall asleep on the stage in a pool of vomit
got homies from way back trying to sell me they xan or molly (d-mn)
ain’t seen em in months, they think i’m lil pump
cause i dress stupid, i’m drunk, and my rides thump
you must’ve got it f-cked, i ain’t with these midgets and minions
they think the planet flat, they don’t know a fact from they opinion
they obsessin over petty sh-t, they borderline brainless
gotta check they facebooks to remember they own ages
everything is changin, so f-ckin fast i feel ancient
i can’t believe the sh-t they playin when i switch to this station
i been training like i’m cody garbrandt, with the hard hands
with these bars man, feel like i’m part demon, part man
devil jin, mama told the doc “nothing settle him
he never sleep, they just peddle drugs and call it medicine”
yeah that’s real sh-t, don’t want my children to feel this
i remember mama couldn’t pay for f-ckin field trips
they always seem to fire me quick, but i eat beats
guess i’m built for one reason like a f-ckin meseeks, look at me

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