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letra de loved and lost - omeg@ redd

[verse 1: ben schuller]
i’ve loved and i’ve lost
i can’t see the ending
but i’ve learned what it costs
and it’s just the beginning
so how do i found out what i can believe
with all of these demons still inside of me
i can’t stop ’till i know who i’m meant to be
am i a traitor?
or am i someone who’s not afraid of forging his path?
oh, what am i made of?
i guess that it’s time to find my own way back

[verse 2: omeg@ redd]
they said i was down for the count
but really i was on ten
they said what’s the amount
i say i put my whole soul in
it’s this hole in my soul
my sole purpose is dispose all you hoes
my sins and pressure got a homie exposed
my blade, it measures tempts, i feel the fever while i’m holding your soul
this is ether
which means i caught another body, caught another homie pulled up
let it bang, eradicate another army
he an archie, he a comic, and i then seen a lot of copies
i feel tragedy with every swing
i hear her laugh, and it f-cking stings
i go berserk, unload all of my pain
put my feelings in blade, and i let it sing
[verse 3: ben schuller]
i’ve loved and i’ve lost
i’ve followed a dark road
i know what it costs
but i know where i must go
this blade stained with black as i pound down the door
i bleed, but i don’t mind the pain anymore
i came for revenge, but no, i can’t go back to the way
that it was before

[verse 4: omeg@ redd]
so i swing with the left, and it’s feeling like lightning
thunder crackles, air is filled with excitement
the mountains move, valleys tremble from fighting
time stops, then begin to rewriting
although i’m gutted, got the guts to come finish you
gutsy move, you thought guts wasn’t pinnacle
a gust of wind pushed you against something mythical
now your guts in the gutter, it’s ’bout to get biblical
typical god plan, godd-mn, it’s gotta be god’s scam
i gotta be a bit of a god’s stan
a god-send – the way i write, your existence, it’s god’s pen
five fingers, b-tch, and i’m swinging with god’s hand
tormented by society, but i deal with it quietly
demons are tirelessly exploiting anxiety
tryna silence me, but i silence the silence with swings of ferocity
the biggest anomaly – i just do it subconsciously with velocity
b-tch, give me room
b-tch, give me room
mark by death noose on her neck from the womb
but i beat every test, i am him from the tomb
b-tch, give me room
b-tch, give me room
a motherf-cker out here serving your doom
the reaper days numbered, death coming soon
[outro: ben schuller]
i can’t see the ending
it’s just the beginning

- omeg redd

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