Lyrics:
Kinda underwhelmed by the majority of rap
Mortified by all the copycats who glorify the trap
Motherfuckers really unaware there's more to it than that
you know my name, just a player in the wrong game
look what i became, fucked up its all the same
i aint scared of life or death, take my last breath
to disguise myself
Just incase the FBI thinks that i am someone else
On the brink I'm sick I think I might go seek some mental help
Hanging by a belt above
with the sickness
Disturbed at how we been gettin it
Meanwhile with fallacies ending
These talented Ripley's
Are bound to be stingy filled with malice
bum
Transforming the shapes, like she is laplace
Be owning the ratios made by high maths
Attraction is real, just like that back
I'm mixing the drinks,
shining while mining my soul for diamonds/
standing on the shoulders of giants but held down by my environment//
, 2 oh 3rd based creative, cadence
Hey
I got lost in wind
Hey
I got lost in my disturbed dreams
An illusion is a dangerous thing
But it's my favourite game to lose
I'm driven by
of a student you’ll understand why every line is affluent why my thought never perturbed nor disturbed or influenced I’m in a class by myself these other Niggas
proven yourself worthy
For a bonus hidden track
Going through the tides
I'm taking the rides
I'm not here to be by brides
I am here to teach you a law
occured
I have observed and concerned is prefered
I urged to be reserved
Disturbed by these results that somebody didn't deserve
It can get wierd
making
Running shit I ain't been someone
You can keep a pace with
Word
I guess I'm a lil bit disturbed
I'm a lil rare Ms Phoebe Buffay rocking the fur
I
the people living in Rue Morgue were disturbed by
terrible cries which came from the 4th floor flat of miss Jacob and her dog. After
breaking open the street
a dead man's tale your stiff as a board
Disturbed by the energy praying to the lord
Soul snatching body bagging these demons don't play
Inside eternal fire
disturbed, confessions in a journal
I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the inferno
disturbed, confessions in a journal
I'm sickened by my thoughts so it's tossed in the inferno
disturbed from struggles,
the thuggest in us, it can never bound us
Who can I trust, don't give a fuck
I'm out to get the juice and take the bucks
Hit 'em
knees
After all she's the one
Who put me in this state
Is she ultra violent?
Is she disturbed?
I better tell her that I love her
Before she does
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
I am no longer yearning for a past I never had
A childhood of simple excuses, a world of catered kind hands
Disturbed by truth
Only anchored by youth
beheld before
"Where are you my father
Give wisdom to your son"
("Then he could go no further
Now lost, The boy was guided by the sun")
And as his
all my lil niggas in the game
Lil Nick, Big Dre, my brother Phil did a drive by on the game
Lil Darius, Shawn Baby, Big W, Brian Jay, Lil Toby, Lil
tongue, it's fucked up because the game is arranged to lose, especially when you the only one playing by the rules, especially expected to fix a car
a Lambo and how bout a Benz for the road
I need a house in the hills not disturbed by the people who's money I that am still owed
Don't even have enough
seat
Stay on the street, I'll buy some meat niggas eating feet
Always complain but stay the same, this is not a game
I don't want fame that shit is lame,
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