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letra de enough - satrap

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i got eyes in the sky and i hope they keeping up with me
keep on living this life and i don’t know whats be enough for me
keep on living keep on f-cking pushing through my life
if there’s gon be a day i drop man its gon be the day i die

it’s a ride, and this sh-t don’t come with any guide
you can keep on running running and there ain’t no place to hide
you been spending all these years tryna find a reason why
but sh-t don’t really work and i ain’t finna waste my time

if something happen for a reason yeah that reason gon be me
if i f-ck up and there is bleeding the one bleeding will be me
imma fight my inner demons imma do it on this beat
if you ever catch me pleading then the knock me to my knees

yeah we tweakin bro
why you think them homies caught up in the dough
everybody floating at the top and looking down below
everything they know is all that sh-t up on the radio
and i ain’t finna do the same thing from the studio

that’s enough, that’s enough
if you smart you bouta call me on my bluff
unlock the cuffs, fill up my cup
there’s a beauty in the pain but i don’t wanna take it rough

i’m losing time, i’m losing sleep
kick me down but you will never see my bleed
i’m ballin out, i’m in my jeep
pickin at my scabs but the cut goes way too deep

all these people working talking bout the commas f-ck the drama
lost my mama and my papa that’s the nature of the trauma
i put my heart in my box and let my soul do the talkin
imma keep that on lock, until i lose all my conscious

until i end up unconscious
until i lose all my prophets
until i make all the profits
and i pray to the prophets

the life of adoption and the thoughts of the haunted
put my soul up auction imma question the process

you can relax yeah i know my gaps
i hit em with raps, poppin the caps
you can go home and leave me alone
thinkin you know just how imma feel
b-tch get out my zone i’m losing control

i got the thoughts they making you leave
they making me scream when i’m tryna breath, yeah i’m tryna grieve
smile that i fake, to the blood in my veins
finessing the way, suppressing the pain, i’m going insane

that’s enough, that’s enough
if you smart you bouta call me on my bluff
unlock the cuffs, fill up my cup
there’s a beauty in the pain but i don’t wanna take it rough

i’m losing time, i’m losing sleep
kick me down but you will never see my bleed
i’m ballin out, i’m in my jeep
pickin at my scabs but the cut goes way too deep

i had enough and i’ve been sick of all the pressure
i hate these rhymes alex throw on the compressor
crazy like a student tryna hop on his professor
i know you know who but imma keep that in the dresser

i had enough and i’ve been sick of all the pressure
i hate these rhymes alex throw on the compressor
crazy like a student tryna hop on his professor
i know you know who but imma keep that in the dresser

- satrap

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