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letra de bipolar (prod. romad the nomad) - manicmunk

[intro]

[verse]
wish i had a gun everytime i went to sleep
ain’t no gangsta, i’ve spent nights counting sheep
i got monsters under my bed and i feel
them tryna reach out
grab me from under my sheets
start to get under my skin
honestly i ain’t no saint
i should’ve been counting my sins
think i’ve been going insane
locked in a room with the same
view out the window i’m caged
to the d-mn system a slave
bunch of f-cks chasing their tails
the glitz and glamour the fame
and little fragments of dreams
no you don’t see what i see, ‘cus you can’t feel what i feel
feel like a shark with no t–th, like summer without the breeze
a jungle without no trees, a lion without a queen
man this world is just so f-cking bleak
but i gotta gеt through someway someday i’ll be running free
f-ck thе lies they feed us, all in the name of politics
maybe im just paranoid , gotta lay off this weed for a bit

to be honest, i got no tricks up my sleeve
i wear my heart on a sleeve, like a d-mn ornament, see
i keep it realer than g’s, who claim they’d do anything
for the clique just getting knee, deep in and watching you bleed
what do they want from the people? want us to work like machines
and question nothing, breed sheeple who just can’t f-cking resist
money and power our souls are tainted it’s like a disease
ain’t got an antidote, this can’t be cured by popping no pill
no toy in my happy meal, no alcohol in my drink
i’m running all out of luck, f-ck, this can’t be happening
was kind who’d jump the gun, but i’ve grown up and i still
got long way to go no way im slowing up i don’t fear
failing not trying’s the real, issue i keep my eyes peeled
like f-ckin’ oranges, never know what could hit you i keep
my guard up they say you reap, what you sow and i believe
that’s just how sh-t goes around wait hold up..

[bridge]
at times it feels like i don’t even know who i really am
sometimes i look in the mirror and i can’t even recognize myself

[verse 2]
what are you on?
what are you up to? no good at all
what do you want?
not really sure, guess i just want more
what do you know?
not much but i got the flow, like a water cannon try me i’m bout to blow
b-tch i’m manic, c-cky and i say what i want
question myself, what you stand for?
applauding myself
don’t mean to flex, but i gotta get my vocal chords stretched
every time that i rap
i put the work in i’ve been on the grind
got my reasons and a bunch of these rhymes
done loaded my clips boy i just gotta fire!

gon’ put my freedom speech, and a poetic licence to use but to be honest
i ain’t no shakespeare ain’t tryna be modest, ‘cus deep inside i’m just tryna slaughter these
rappers like lambs yeah i put my all my f-ckin’ blood and sweat and tears into every verse
don’t know what future i got, but i’m coming out hot with the guns drawn i’m wild got no vest on
sharp with these verses can’t touch this just try me like a f-ckin’ blade i’ma cut you
yeah b-tch i see you through my scope, you won’t even feel it i assure you
show you what i really do on a beat like a cop drop a couple of charges
make this sh-t go up in flames yeah my shoulders would feel a lot lighter if i did

listen up motherf-cker, i’ma smile when i k!ll a f-ckin’ beat for the record, i ain’t chasing no record
i don’t really give a f-ck about no accolades i’m only tryna make a living out of what i
love, and i’m tryna get the h-ll out this corner i’ve been pushed to the limit, i’ma fight to the very f-ckin’ end and i ain’t giving up its like i got no f-ckin’ other option so just get the h-ll out of my way now
i feel like a kid when im on the mic, and i don’t care if you think that i’m impolite
never had plan, never really had it mapped out, yeah i’m lost but i can’t drift with tide
in my zone, i’m alone cutting up lines
write a storm, up in smoke, i’m on cloud nine
and i can’t ever get enough
d-mn right

- manicmunk

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