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letra de breakout - mads veslelia

[intro]
try to breakout caught up in the same route
i tried to breakout, but i’m in the same route

[verse 1]
yep, i tried to get up again
flip that script
never let up, but d-mn
i got wounds and i’m grown
so i hide the pain
no one knows i’ma alone ima ride the wave
screw it, yeah tired of staying afloat
everyday a struggle tryna keep my head on the coast
another wave in the boat
yeah i said it before
but a heavier load
not ready, heading for the seafloor
i tried to beast mode, why the evil
gotta receipt for seats between me
and peaceful
and on the other side of me
is another c-nt called anxiety
no sight of the widescreen
might seem like i’m rightfully whining
no light in my night, just pipe dreams
wake up paralyzed
no surprise that i doubt the reality

[hook]
i am so off, what is going on
try to breakout caught up in the same route
i must be the only one who feel this way
i tried to break out, but i’m in the same route

[verse 2]
i rather shop at a gas station, then pay half price at the mall
cause if i get a panic attack, i know the door’s nearby i can exit fast
facts, heart beat like it’s bout to stop and every question i get feels like a witness box
my mind a wicked lock
and man i quick forgot
the code, every second felt like minutes f-ck, i froze
then i change the pace like a race, but i’m way too late
guess i can’t beat the case
try to act normal but an overload
can’t let them find me, sh-t i don’t know
n-body in their right minds
could feel what i feel in a lifetime
f-ck appeal, peel shields when i write rhymes
might think i’ma stereotype
but i just tryna survive

[hook]
i am so off, what is going on
try to breakout caught up in the same route
i must be the only one who feel this way
i tried to break out, but i’m in the same route

[verse 3]
yeah, do you feel that sh-t?
flipping the bricks when i spill that ink
slipping on p-ss, but i’m built for that sh-t
might have dipped for a bit, but i’m back in biz, yo
yah, you’ll never understand
why somebody feel off, you never suffered pain
im the rust, you paint
but ima russ the game
and you can’t flush, nor rush or hush
the oxygen
but i’m up, like silicon
tighter, and i’m brilliant
rapping on record
trapping and wrecking, dragging the freakin demons on
tape, that i’m about to sit upon
play it for a million
they relate to the hiding face in public with a hoodie on
oh, on a side note
feeling isolated by my trials
feeling aggravated by the t-tles
jury stamping on me, like ima rival. die slow

[hook]
i am so off, what is going on
try to breakout caught up in the same route
i must be the only one who feel this way
i tried to break out, but i’m in the same route

[outro]
uh, when it’s over me
and i’m low, without road in front of me
then i’ma keep trying, they keep talking and lying

like i’m only the one that’s socially off
f-ck off, i’ma n-body
but at least i can promise
when i’m talking i’m honest

- mads veslelia

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