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letra de lying to myself - mc social

yo, on a more important note, let me give you a jordan quote
though i think i know none;
as an informant i ‘spose it’s a pretty bad omen that i couldn’t think on my feet/ not so great at inking’ the street cuz i’m a safe white paid for d-ck/ for so long i’ve despised my way of life in it who’s a mad cynic/ nowhere close to self efficient, don’t for a second mistake my gratefulness my parents raised this kid, even if he was misfitting;
there’s a inner bogan d-ckhead living’ inside of me/ ready to spring out at any given moment see? never a showman he be preferring to disappear at the back of the crowd than be noticed, problem in my world, i suppose it’s/ born from an early age, but i’m no psychologist so i won’t persist down this line of cowardliness, can’t rap so white and fittin’ the stereotype not proud of this, but i can write/ so fight the manliness of drinking’ smoking’ and banging’ babes/
i know jack shit about anything, been livin’ under a rock for plenty days, finally saw the light left my permantly plenty dazed, sleeping’ around in many caves, never been to a rave/
went out the other day drinking with a bogan i met in america who’s name was dave, i was 23…
what a sad existence, my future looks menacing, que port arthur or marooned on fort dennison, lookout, i think the hangman’s beckoning, time’s reckoning feel the capitalism of time’s square belittling/
let a new culture settle in, before it can take hold i’m peddling, back to whence i came, i’m golum consumed by bitterness and rage not gonna be soaked by the red hot flame, man dare i say?

hook
the amount of white lies i tell
i lost count what a surprise oh well
cuz i keep lyin’ to myself
about fame, wealth and kye hurst type health
the amount of white lies i tellx2
i lost count what a surprise oh wellx2

verse 2
cookin’ up something new on the daily, hardly, but i can brag can’t he? be free to make his own de/cision’s in life, without lookin’ over the shoulder, we all getting older less stress isn’t over/rated nothing could make me laugh as much a blatant attempt to be delaying’ the truth about bein’ work jaded/ got told i was to cover/ soon my smirk faded, i was pretty keen to go home and get fucking self medicated, was gon’ tell my boss that they’re hated, when i got a look from my inner meditation, saved by revelation, i nodded he seemed pleased so musta gave no indication/ like that motherfucker on the way home/ must have been coming back from the pub full blown, or maybe he had just pulled a cone, you stupid fucking gnome! is what i shouted out the window/ got a head turn but i was p-ssed not looking for more info, almost crashed when i got whiplash looking at a 10 out of 10 though, zen now i be home, watch a latino influenced cooking show on fucking vi emo, what for the she to get home, listen to claptone, make a new rap tone, try to call china but forgot about my capped phone, got lost in the woods the other day still can’t find my sat phone/ worked on the bike in the garage with no success, got no mechanical sk!lls i guess, but i swallowed some lyrical pills and yes, made a verse about my afternoon, no idea where the time went i can only -ssume, oh how i love it when, oh how i love it when i consume-

- mc social

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