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letra de no redo - rotey

verse one:

came a long way in a short time/
look at me the wrong way, ill contort your spine/
let the song play, hear me scorch a rhyme/
with the pen stay sharper than a porcupine/
borderline psycho with a tortured mind/
bullsh-t me? can’t afford the time/
during war times, ill support myself/
grenades, guns, swords, knives/
im a pacifist, 3/4ths of the time/
threaten my life, its yours or mine/
lost my dad since they divorced at nine/
he ain’t die, just left me feeling mortified/
lost and alone, cause he barely ever phone/
my home didn’t even feel like home anymore/
when we did speak, he compared it to court/
mama worked hard, could barely afford/
braces and school without him there to support/
but even through that i got love for him/
you’re my dad. through the bad and good/
hard to admit, but in my heart i know i should/
that negative energy’s just holding me back/
till i let it all go in a track, better that then smoking a pack/
laid back blowing medical sacks till they’re cashed/
used to black out in a blind rage, till i started putting rhymes on a page/
amazed at the way my mind races/
just tryna find a way to say this, erase this, replace it with that/
perfectionist every time i lace a track/
once i put it out can’t take it back, can’t fix it once that vase is cracked/

hook:

ive been broken into
pieces i need glue… but there ain’t no redo/

let this heed you: ill do what i need to/
what i need to… cause there ain’t no redo/

cause there ain’t no redo (best believe imma do what i need to)
cause there ain’t no redo (one chance, one dream)
no redo (one shot, i won’t blow mine)
cause there ain’t no redo (not a mountain i won’t climb)

verse two:

doing sh-t i haven’t done before/
got this insatiable hunger for more/
magical music, im dumbledore/
ill leave your body strung up at the door/
coming like anakin, meaning with force/
f-ck your beliefs, cause on me they were forced/
but i thank you for it cause it leaded me to form/
my own, doing me, what i need you for?/
but it’s cold with n-body to keep you warm/
so, all alone i keep rolling/
normally, not so ornery/
i was born to be overlord of the microphones/
mixing boards beats, listen to my horn beep/
no more poor me, stand on your feet/
ignore the poor people not seeing your dream/
scorch some weed up, whatever suits your needs/
when it comes down to it, this all within you anyway/
without you living, who could view whats hidden?/
really can’t explain this muse im getting but its amusing isn’t it/
if you was listening, you would see clear the fuse is lit in him/
fusing synonyms, lighting metaphors, blowing up you idioms/
is anybody getting him?/
prolly not, “why work so hard when you could prolly jot?”
cause to me, each speech means something/
plus they keep growing, guess i got green thumbs/
so stopping now just ain’t plausible/
not when i feel this colossal knowing its only going to get better/
call me rotey, the flow shredder/

hook (2x)

- rotey

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