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letra de 7 nights a week - revisionists

[verse 1:kgb]

sort of, think of remote controllers
getting played everyday by the dames
since i put father time in a coma
bars just a sauna when i’m on yall
drying up your sorrow
just pour it down on your -ss right on tomorrow
no arguing with a pharaoh, i’m just destined to be up there
crowns p-ssed down (guess what) kenny k!lling all heirs
need vision, giving gl-sses to the world
spit that bob pierce
paying for your denials n-gga, sound like you brought tears
all clear no fair they glare, just cause they try
just to fit up in their sp-ce but some stars just aren’t seen at night
that’s pollution what’s the solution? (i don’t know)
just gotta break through
they taking too much pills
these n-ggas feel they need a fake boost
f-ck needs a molly? never sweating all this bullsh-t
never popped a ollie, but this schoolboy bring new tricks
never brag to bang, but my fam actually do sh-t
dennis in the kitchen, cooking up a menace
stirring up a nuisance
this ain’t even my sh-t
but an old soul can groove new
and we don’t avoid beef
always looking to make you stew
please, ask your dog bruh, even he got 3 clues
kenny getting busy, find ya in your chair and your crew blue
life’s torball, get the point? i found the goal and scored
f-cking this dame named fame while ya still believe in storks
bruh, you can’t be simba if you can’t overcome your scars
that sh-t motivates my outlets, all buzz needs a spark

[verse 2:revise]

let me get this clear
this what yall wanna hear?
ticking bomb, my time to blow is near
they say stay in school, and get a career
but all i need is music
and i won’t stop until its here
this is what i want, it’s what i need
pulling stunts like hamstrings
to get closer to my dreams
but everything is such a blur like i just woke up from sleeping
and all these thoughts i’m thinking
is it worth the money and p-ssy
but i’m hungry so i gotta start eating
spittin fire, volcano
i get high to balance my lows
you get high man just for show
i make the mic wet river flow
don’t even know why i’m spittin fo’
you ignore the meanings
then say “you won’t make it boy, keep dreaming.”
it ain’t even, appealing
and all i see is z’s cause you all sleeping on me
doubting me and saying i won’t be anything
but ima be what i dream to be
sitting, reminiscing
now thinking is life worth existing
distant voices come get me
help me to a better living
that sh-t cray, if i fall i ricochet
if you a beast my lines will slay
at the end of the day
im making moves underground like subways
and i won’t stop until my body gets cast away and decay
tomorrow ain’t promised so i’m living for today
doing this for me
so no n-gga, no b-tch, no homie, no family
gonna get in my way
i’m just being honest
ima make it and thats my promise
so what you got to live for n-gga?

- revisionists

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