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letra de borrowdale insomnia - raykaz

[intro]
(people never care ’til it’s r.i.p.)
yes…absolutely!
(n-ggas turned they back on me for no good reason, loyalty is priceless and it’s all i need)
h’riiiiight? h’right
(can’t burn a bridge just to light my way)
hehehe easy bro – yeah
(lotta glenfiddich on the flights i’m takin’)
“don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater now”
(pourin’ out my soul and it might sound crazy)
only the real zodies overstand that, don’t ask answers, mmm
(lotta fallin’ outs help me build foundation…never had a lot, this is all i need)
i ain’t been too much sad lately – too busy -n-lysing
(people never care ’til it’s r.i.p.)
[mhmm-mhmmm]
n-ggas keep the sauce to theyselves
[mhmm-mhmmm]
(n-ggas turned they back on me for no good reason)
poppin’ off at the mouth, talkin’ out the side of they neck
(loyalty is priceless and it’s all i need)
perish the thought they direct it at zay though
(can’t burn a bridge just to light my way)
whycome new guntoters don’t shoot straight?
(lotta glenfiddy on the flights i’m takin’)
fairweathers get farewelled
(pourin’ out my soul and it might sound crazy, lotta fallin’ outs help me build foundation)
so, with that i ask…what’s the word witchu sir?
[verse]
listen…
i wish all of y’all would tell me exactly what you need from me the first second you meet with me
i’m not with all the vis-à-vis, secretly beefin’ me behind turned backs
but actin’ all sweetfully in these tweets for me
my n-gga, have some decency
…you move too up and down, we can’t align whicho frequency
my coyotes by the dozen, i can’t keep no bo peeps with me (kinärte the gang, my n-gga!)
plus our lines is parallel, so i can’t talk to you equally
i’m i…mmortalised for reasons, you survivin’ off recency
easily, these people should learn to speak with me legally
as they would if they knew the soldiered syndicate i keep with me in the streets with me
…they paid to keep the peace/piece for me (doo-doo-doo!)
yes, it’s a couple g.i. joe’s with me (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo!)
letters on they badges that you c.i.o-pening (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo!)
they got them long arms like a b.i. motioning (ingram for the lead…got it!)
my heart was once a home, best believe y’all broke in it/broken it…hopeless (done with that)
i burned from it, i turned from it (mxm)
i churn stomachs now – i learned from it, i earn from it (haa…f-ck!)
now family function, like relatives at the latest event
we wrestled mania to come to find we the mainest event
momma makin’ millions, i’m in shock like “no way this it!” (facts)
daddy on the tele now, he thinkin’ he famous and sh-t (facts)
and my life changin’…now they want hang with the boy
pretty n-ggas, fiddy n-ggas (feedeez!) – babies say “dangerous boy” (feedeez!)
can my phone just not ring for maybe like 10 minutes?
can i go a weekend without sippin’ glenfiddich? (“when we founded the company…”)
h-ll no!
i been through sh-t that people in h-ll know
sick to stomach, they tryna ride on my tailcoat
i barely know you b-tch, don’t hit me like “what we doin’ tonight?”
stayin’ home, play at home – addiction might ruin your life
you not family, blood – zvakunakidza, isn’t it?
we up now…sadza rakupurwa, isn’t it?
that’s why you around huh? i seen it how it looks (all i need)
quit the p-ssyfootin’, fam – let’s not beat around the bush (r.i.p.)
where was you when mom was behind bars and i would just rhyme bars for hours? (no good reason…all i need)
while trying hard for kazzy to find god
you actually do not know ’cause n-ggas was not there (light my way…flights i’m takin’)
i dealt it on my own, i figured did not care (heights i’m chasin’)
thank god my weaponism is bless, zodie
ain’t n0body gone but ray got so many dead homies (dead homies)
d-mn…(dead homies)
my exes linkin’ with ex homies (dead homies)
it’s all good though, the lesson is that they slept on me (dead homies)
it’s all hood bro, these decimals help me cope with it (dead homies)
these papers i’m signin’ got so much shares like i’m socialist
trust funds by the lump sum, word to parental advisory – just gimme 5 years and it’s over with!
managin’ devils, i’m alex ferg’ in a coat with it (all my man united still)
guardin’ pep talks, my city blue with no hope in it (this is man city still)
while jur’gen klopped/you’re gettin’ clapped, press your team ’til you broke with it (no mersy this side)
i’m watchin’ you drown in the same waters i’m shoulder width
oh these your injuries? kazzy sprinkle some salt in them
i’m petty like cats and dogs
don’t bring domestics ’round me, kazembe is not involved
’cause she was cheatin’ anyways, i went and got mine is all
see pressure reach my goals, like what happens inside a ball
this tongue is like tylenol
if y’all still want these bars? i present you your final call
[verse 2]
nah, bring it back…
bubs and vic look up to me, i used to look up to these dudes (facts)
sam and ngeeshy f-ck with me, it’s really not luck with me, boo (facts)
you got them to blame ’cause now you n-ggas is stuck with me too
peace to fuse and jordan, oh them boys comin’ up with me too
bullets putin ur-kranium? it’s war when i russian the stu’
quackin’ on these mics but still you n-ggas is duckin’ the booth!
rappin’ all alike, i feel you n-ggas just doubled in two (clones!)
birdies of a feather used to flockin’ and cluckin’ in groups (clones!)
that’s why it don’t fly when other n-ggas is chicken to me (mxm…haaa)
poultry vs poetry, you chicken so listen to me
big bird sh-t – sticks…turn like rotisserie, dawg
n-ggas is b-tch to me, dog
b-tches is pig to me, hog
choose to not believe ’em, rappers soundin’ like ripleys, dawg
you did what to who’s b-tch in who’s whip? show me, n-gga (who?!)
you was keepin’ tool sticks in who’s crib?
blow me, n-gga (where?!)
you was poppin’ which clips at who’s clique?
croney n-gga (in zim?)
you was coppin’ which drinks with who’s cheque? (when?!)
phoney n-gga (cap!)
i do not believe you…you might need mo’ people (hahaha, yessir)
tried to let it rock, but these n-ggas so deceitful
please don’t blame my god, when you come across yo’ evils
the consequence of actions, is different from cathedral
(lil ray: “nah don’t blame him, he ain’t got nun to do with that”)
maybe this what happens, when n-ggas think we equal
if you thought i was rappin’, just wait until my sequel
kazzy…
[outro]
’cause i’m happiest when i can buy what i want
get high when i want
reside where i want

- raykaz

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