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letra de lost in thoughts (outro) - reem da illist

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wait
woah

[verse 1:]

tell me who the hottest in the building after the release of my tape
i’m poppin, just did a double album
and i’m coming back ready to slay
people who talk they fake
i’m just getting lost from stars in a rafe
and i might get a headache from writting too much f-cking accurately lyrical lines in ya face
no i’m not talking bout you, sike i lied
coming at all of you fools
trying my best not to spazz because when in rapping you know that i will embarras your ass
no i’m not like these rappers
they like “that sh-t identical”
listen to my pinnacle cuz i’m kinda full of the critics whеn they be acting cynical
then on my d-ck whеn i drop and make a hit
but never showing love
because they know they a b-tch
man that jealousy hit
just did a quick show, only a lil toke- (n i’m)
provoking views from the media
all of these comparisons it’s embarrassing
tryna get likes on artic’s, wikipedia
stop the criteria’s
for i go delirious, do you feel me?
minimal taste of what hate put in my belly, woah
no i’m not capping
been in my bag lately, i been trapping
you can ask all my brothers, so what’s happenin?
talking bout mair, tahir and matthew
f-ck it, i’m passed you, uh
just got a mil from my album, uh
also recorded so many remix’s that you would think i was a robot, (i am the terminator)
so there’s no escape
when it come to this rap game
this rap sh-t, they been quit
they didn’t fit in my vicinity
so i’m kinda like the pops of this b-tch
hollup real quick
do my dance on em, playin “beatbox”
you know rdi fuego
i got some big fans up in other states
tryna see my candlelight vigil, (death)
i got a question, (huh?)
why don’t you write all ya own sh-t, (why)
don’t you wanna be original, (tell me)
than be labeled “kid too predictable”, (fax)
oh you just wanna be famous, that sh-t is pitiful
pen is h-ll of full of paper i waste it on
like ink
when i’m rhyming betta leave on the sink
i’m in my token bag, hopsin bag
i’m just kidding, no brag
i’m being me
use to be the young quiet kid in the back of the room who don’t speak
[chorus:]

lost in my thoughts, thoughts in my mind
i just be ripping sh-t all of the time
i’m open minded, up in the stu
winding the microphone, as i recline
b-tch, no i’m lying, why would i do that
all of yall phony’s are foes, no chit chat
i’m like the arkham knight of the street
feeling deciete, but god of the beats

[verse 2:]

k!lling this beat
i am the spark that caused the storm
you wear a mask like it somehow became the new norm
that’s last year sh-t, listen
imma wait patiently till the day i make it
move my ghetto out the ghetto
i say goodbye never h-llo
never sinking like quicksand, they the devil
uh

yea
ayee
rdi
[chorus:]

lost in my thoughts, thoughts in my mind
i just be ripping sh-t all of the time
i’m open minded, up in the stu
winding the microphone, as i recline
b-tch, no i’m lying, why would i do that
all of yall phony’s are foes, no chit chat
i’m like the arkham knight of the street
feeling deciete, but god of the beats

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