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letra de about ît - ryan khan

(ryan)…
what is death? it’s like you don’t feel anything
you’re gone
but at the same time, you might feel something
yet you still be gone
but, why do i feel dead even when i’m f-cking alive
it just feels like i’m fighting with some demons
in my head, and they lead me to a place which is messed
i was blessed, but i just let my insecurities take me
to a place which is f-cked
and is not better than the rest
i’m on a quest to find something
which is hard to express, stuck in this abyss?
i got a lot to address
i’ve gotta lot to say on this f-cking track
as i spit it, i lit it, admit it don’t know where i’m headed, gonna cause some menace in your b-tches mouth, feels like i’m a dentist. got these demons
in my head who have got a grip at it
i almost had it, but then i just lost it
i keep on writing bout it, you keep on cryin bout it
i keep on rhyming bout it, you keep on whining bout it
you keep on tryin to get me down, but i keep on writing, as my thoughts start on defying
and makes it hard for me to keep on surviving
as i’m trying my best, to stay sane, it order to gain
you know you gotta go through pain
i got my thoughts strained, and they got me drained
and it feels like there is someone in my brain
who tries to brain f-ck me, holding that vein
which pains, i’ve had a lot of people
who just wanted my efforts to go to vain
i’m in a lane which is on a different plain
this is plain jane, these haters
they keep on hating on me
like they hating on zayn, but what?
their b-tches trynna give me brain
and it just feels like i’m lebron james
for this rap game, i’ve got a lot to gain
yo, my valley’s full of talent brains
shoutout to akstacy for rappin with ecstasy
shoutout to kaintt for rappin like a saint
to musaib as he got the game mapped
in his bag pack, with a flat slap, crack crack
you gotta keep a track, cause we gettin higher
like shaq, movin like movin on a racetrack
these people, they think that i’m a maniac
i just wanna slaughtered this beat, feels like
i’m captain jack, back to back
(dark)…..
aye yo ryan, what you writing about?
you keep on writing sh-t, you keep on rhyming sh-t
these people they hate you for a reason
cause you’re just full of sh-t
(light)…
f-ck, don’t listen to him, even for a bit
i tell you, your tracks are lit, they gotta get hit
it’s just in your head
(ryan)…
yeah you both are, and it just feels like i’m goin crazy
(dark)…
let me consume you, i’m everywhere with you
from your bedroom, to your bathroom
to your classroom, i presume your life has no
fortune, and your works got no fortune
so drop this pen, and slit your wrist on this tune
(light)…
my man, you just started, i tell you
you’ve been cold hearted but don’t let these thoughts
consume you, as you parted, just stop blaming
yourself for the things that departed
this is what you wanted, this rap
it surrounds you like surround stereo
you’re getting quick like mysterio
you’re life was just like a mystery
cause of a bad history
but i’m here to take you out of your misery
and yes, i’m hip-hop you gotta hold my hand
(ryan)…
and then they say it’s a dark industry
well i dont know

- ryan khan

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