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letra de heads high - the real mike wilson

heads high

hook:
yo, let me get a shout out for that self doubt
if you felt lower than dirt when you were left out
let me get a hell yeah, if you stay depressed
so many voices in ya head, make you feel possessed
let me get a aww yeahhhhhh
if you ever ever been persecuted by your peers
let me get a fist in the air
wave it side to side, as you hold your head, high

verse 1:
greetings sentients from far, my conquest thus far
it ain’t violence but it does involve
your inclusion, but i’m intruding on the faculty
of your frontal lobe to bring you the fusion, potion actually
take it once every cr-ppy day, but never ever dose
cause once a man p-ssed away, he was over-hoped
hooked on the fantasy of pleasure, that dopamine
not a drug but he was addicted like a dope fiend
he ain’t wanna feel pain no more
after his divorce, cut his ring finger off
the lost, was more than a man could bare, like jesus cross
even taunted the man up stairs, like if jesus walks
after all that, he done lost his mind
so take me into the kingdom, i never walked the line
of sinner and saint well, probably tipping to hell
like a loaded pair of dice, manufactured to fail

verse 2:
walk in, like, i got this mean limp
cobblepots, screaming “gotem” when they tease him
him is a handicap, born wit a shorter leg
born with a heart of gold, raised as a stall away
how you leave your only baby in a kitchen draw
he only wished is real mama woulda kissed him more
but his fake mama love him even better
and her husband loves them both, even got him this one sweater
read number one son, he ain’t they baby tho
plus he had to sit next to john, who was crazy slow
cl-ss called him sped ed, that’s a lazy joke
he like to call him jarvis cuz the way he spoke
either ways, us losers stick together
and when you’re bullied by the perfect, you always end up clever
he wanna make john his own ai call it sakura
a school for handicaps worldwide, called xavier high

verse 3:
i’m a case of, i don’t my own potential
tryna find love, never visit my own temple
it took, the realization of time
and a twenty year old g*nius to tell me that i’m
well own my way, but my focus was flawed
looking at a smokey mirror confusing it for a door
like, i know i know it all, but i say it casually
letting people in my kingdom voided of a majesty
that’s a civil war, kinda confederate
but now i gotta close the walls like i’m celibate
learn from past mistakes, thoughts of a predicate
letting people eat from off my plate, poor etiquette
so keep ya head up lil angel, lil soldiers, who you be
you the royalty of nature, you are perfect human beings
children of the light, and you bleeding from the seams
everything is worth it, not as worthless as it seems

- the real mike wilson

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