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letra de give - stormitive

“uhh what am i doing? ok…”

give give give give some more
give a lot, but never settling the score
give to you out of grat-tude and piety
give to you since you’re on this ride with me

me and you, we go way way back
and if it weren’t for you, i’d be off track
for you, i cry, smile, fight, help, laugh
and all you did was laugh at my jokes and smile back

i devote myself to you in every way
although my self-serving nature is my dismay
i grow stronger and stronger every day
to make a difference before i decay

i can’t express what acknowledgement means to me
but i hope to give it a shot before my feet deplete
if there’s anything i can do, you know, just reach to me
and i’ll be there, i am how i now seem to be

to be free, i need to give back to the people
give back since my favorite part of life is all of you
ok, i’m on and on and on so much, i’m gone with it
the point is serving is my calling, nothing wrong with it
/
lots of love inside my heart, guaranteed that i’m sharing
i know you want to have to work for my compliments, i know you want to repent
but to what extent do you need to choke on your laments
before you realize that withholding love is a cycle that never ends?
viciously turning us against who we ought to just treat as friends
instead of enemies. mentally, i’m not that lucid
but if i organize these rhymes, then i might just work through this
puzzle called life, which has millions of simple answers
yet every single one of them really makes my hands hurt
from fighting the truth
i can’t settle on pessimistic views because of you
no matter how realistic cynicism seems to be
i’m just me, trying to get better to give you love that’s guaranteed
and i might slack off or self-serve or be thin
but when i give, i give my all, and i don’t give in
/
i gave you evidence these labels we use always are wack
n-body is just one thing, but people like to try that
you think i’m just a rapper? you think i’m just a man?
there are countless labels that describe who i am
and who you are, and who we all aspire to be
because even though you might live life trying be who’s on tv
if you are true to yourself, your aspirations will be deep
and countless, many different ambitions, ounces
of water inside your head directing you to get ahead
and consume an abundance of different experiences before you’re dead
hasn’t that already been said? sorry, i’m just a bit obsessed
i want to give people my point of view since i can’t fully live it
but i see so much love and beauty that i want people to live it
because life is hard and it’s so tragic, i’ve seen many people quit
by simply comfort-zoning out, stuck in a box, perpetually sit…
give out free samples of you!
let people know what’s going on inside your booth!
i see a world where we’re close like we’ve been super glued
by love, acceptance, and appreciation, we’re going to do what we do
i go on and on and on and i might not stop
but it’s just a rap alb-m, so i guess it’s fine to rock
i might roll too, i don’t mind driving on roads with toll booths
if i know you? know that i have something to show you
it’s this alb-m! if you made it this far, here is the outcome
i’ve bared my heart and soul and my mind, although i may be without one
because i’m so dumb, or should i say idiotic
i could be volunteering, really helping, instead of breeding milotics
there’s no profit from time wasting although i often do
i might just put on my shoes and find something else to do
i’m a weak person, i give a lot but not enough to calm me
i push myself to give more and i do not do so wrongly
i’ve given everything i’ve got, but most of y’all still ain’t feelin me
matter of fact, one of the only things i have yet to give is my virginity
/
here’s a mini fourth last verse
four isn’t the magic number, but this song could use a curse
i just rambled about nothing, hypocritically asked you to work
and i’m a jerk, a liar, a villainous user of fire
to burn bridges, independent for the most part
and i love people so much, but introverted is my heart
and for the most part, i’d call life a beautiful work of art
a constantly crumbling collection of recycling resourceful confusing parts
and my alb-m art is just me, a little newborn baby
who’s exploring the world around him, out the egg, it looks crazy
and if you think this alb-m’s a poorly formed work of fiction
it’s an intentional inspection of duality disguised as contradiction
with no precision. and with it, consider this song officially given

- stormitive

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