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letra de adderall 30mg - nathan king

(verse 1)
i’m a cr-p god, everybody in the back nod
but my kn-b leaves all the ladies slack-jawed
at least it doesn’t my head, it’s a magical place where punctuality is dead
yeah i’m brain-dead that’s what mom and dad said
and i’m crazy as a schizophrenic patient off his meds
he’s here and he’s dangerous man someone call the feds
man f-ck that sh-t i’m going to go back to bed
but even when i go to sleep i can’t get any rest
a dream girl means the world to fight loneliness
i hope she don’t use her cheat sheet when i put her to the test
i’m so depressed i’m so stressed and i still want to be the best
yeah i dream big, even when im feeling down
in the sea if expectations i’mma certainly drown
cuz my peers pals and parents all said i was a clown
you’ll never survive this 8 mile road you’re going down
i’m just another voice of a face in the crowd
but i’m rapping it loud and i’m rapping it proud
raining on your parade cuz my head’s in the clouds
now this pasty rap virgin’s gonna f-ck up your town

(hook- [sampled from addicted to stress by dr. demento])
i’m addicted to stress it’s the way that i get things done
if i’m not under pressure then i sleep too long
and i hang around like a bum
i think i’m going nowhere and that makes me nervous
everybody’s out to get me but i feel alright
everybody’s out to get me but i feel alright
everybody’s out to get me but i feel alright
everybody’s thinking ‘bout me
it’s the little things that get you
it’s the little things that get you
it’s the little things that get you when you weren’t paying attention

(verse 2)
i try to be upbeat when i’m surrounded by hate
try to spread some positivity to those who can relate
but no matter what i try i can’t seem to get a date
so f-ck the positivity i’m goin irate!
so f-ck the world and all the fakes, this is all i can take
my shoulders carry all my passion and their starting to break
but there’s a lot at stake. and then i made a mistake
i drank up all my motivation now i got an empty tank
yeah it’s bullsh-t that there’s not enough time
to get sh-t done and d-ck around so i sit here and whine
until a thought in my mind emerges from my behind
why don’t you pick up all your stress and drop it into some rhymes?
but then a new problem arises straight outta the ash
how the f-ck do i do this? so i read up on the raps
so i stay up late, jot sh-t, record, and crash
i realize i spent 3 years on it, went by in a flash
there’s no limits to ideas but there’s a limit to cash
i thought my plans were all connected but they’re starting to clash
when i realize my problems are unsolved in the trash
i break down, freak out, and bang my head until its mashed
i’m not the best that i can be but a c’s still a pass
reading these audience reviews is kind of like chewing glass
“this kid’s not a rapper, he’s a pain in the ass!”
“yeah, but his flow’s pretty good so we’ll give him a pass.”

(verse 3)
due dates, due dates! “wish i was with you” dates
finally score a dinner than she says she needs to move dates
she was probably turned off cause my parents are my roommates
but sh-tty jobs make it hard to move into a new place
so i put in applications and i only get rejected
jobs and girls the same answers like their minds are both connected
on the road to be accepted but i only feel neglected
don’t call us, we’ll call you. don’t what i expected
and the short films i’ve directed are all wasted potential
underwhelmed by what i’ve done and overwhelmed by future’s pencil
f-cking panicked cause my life is feeling oh so existential
at least my failure dont mean sh-t cause my life’s inconsequential
man i want to create. that’s right i want to film-make!
i wanna go up to spielberg and say “excuse me mate.”
“man your films were great!” “they’re straight oscar-bait.”
“but there’s a new mother f-cker taking center stage!”
yeah, i dream big. bigger than i can be
which becomes the biggest problem when i’m expressing me
cause it fills my fans with glee, but i wish they could see
that i’m addicted to stress, and i’m about to o.d.! (c’mon)

- nathan king

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