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letra de sad rappers - tom macdonald

where’d all these suicidal sad rappers come from?
they showed up with those mumble rapper dumb-dumbs
they been prayin’ on people with mental illness and
pretendin’ to relate to get paid created a business
they claim to be anxious,
say they’re depressed they fakin’ it to gain somethin’ in common
with some fans for a check it’s
over diagnosed so it’s becomin’ a trend
to say that you’re crazy, or insane,
or that you’re sick in the head they romanticize the mental pain,
we’re barley survivin’ and then they glorify the men and women losin’
their lives i’m talkin’ cobain, lil peep,
whinehouse, jackson, williams, cornell, bennington
imagine all the icons we buried prolly turnin’ in their grave so they
can witness how this sickness is bein’ used to
get paid these rappers fabricating symptoms for fame
their mental illness is the money on their mind it started rotten
their brains, yeah y’all ain’t real from the chains to the gear to
the grill now it’s pain, talkin’ tears,
takin’ pills y’all ain’t real,
see these eyes all lies y’all guys don’t know how we feel y’all ain’t
real enough to deal with us to feel to the love nah-nah-nah-nah y’all
just make believe, you claim to be the same as me,
nah-nah-nah-nah people die from depression,
these rappers cry for attention and it’s in every single genre you
can possibly mention from pop, to electronic, to rock, to indie,
to grundge tryin’ to hook you in to use music like it’s a
drug you’re addicted to artists that manufacture the target
a lot of people in therapy tryin’ to deal with their
hardship crafted and marketed ’til they had you convinced
that if you followed that person they’ll make you fight in your
skin they ain’t really tryin’ help
you, they don’t wanna make you better
it’s a lie they’re tryna sell you so you always buy their records if
you really wanna know the truth they want you strugglin’
forever so you look to them for answers with your visa or your debit
it’s like the record labels working for
pharma made anxiety trendy by usin’ popular artists
usin’ rappers to promote using prescription pills to their audience
they created the problem to sell you pills that will solve ’em it’s
brilliant y’all ain’t real from the chains to the gear to the grill
now it’s pain, talkin’ tears, takin’ pills y’all ain’t real,
see these eyes all lies y’all guys don’t know how we feel y’all ain’t
real enough to deal with us to feel to the love nah-nah-nah-nah y’all
just make believe, you claim to be the same as me,
nah-nah-nah-nah exploiting our problems to benefit they just wanna
get paid i spent all my money on
medicine spend all your money on chains
y’all just exploiting the misery popin’ xan’s
for fame well i’m throwin’ ones into therapy ‘
cause all i know if rain y’all ain’t real from the chains to the gear
to the grill now it’s pain, talkin’ tears,
takin’ pills y’all ain’t real,
see these eyes all lies y’all guys don’t know how we feel y’all ain’t
real enough to deal with us to feel to the love
nah-nah-nah-nah y’all just make believe, you claim to be
the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah y’all ain’t real from the chains to
the gear to the grill now it’s pain, talkin’ tears,
takin’ pills y’all ain’t real,
see these eyes all lies y’all guys don’t know how we feel y’all ain’t
real enough to deal with us to feel to the love nah-nah-nah-nah
y’all just make believe,
you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah

- tom macdonald

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