Shattered Egos Broke Us (feat. Bharat Vedula)

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Yeah no wait, hold on a second
Get familiar with this rhythm while I get this shit outta my system, you feel me
In the tapestry of our missteps and misunderstandings
Our story, a fractured mural with painful renderings
Our tongues like misplaced brushes, our hearts misaligned, would've
Sold my bones for emerald stones 'cause colour green's your favourite kind
I grew up with a seemingly unattainable standard for love – my parents
Had your name ingrained in my veins but that pursuit turned senseless
I gave you my all, more than I kept for my heart
Only to realize that love is just a neurochemical con job
Endless loops, my life's Sisyphean plight
Bewitched and crucified, only to feel contrite
Amidst anguish, I seek only evolution
The final act? BT's reincarnation (hehehe)
Such is life, universe, the ultimate joker
I seek not smaller battles, but shoulders bolder
Kill the me that clings, wants to still hold ya
Besides, who wouldn't want boulder shoulders man?
In this lyrical booth I speak my truths now
I'm not a rapper, check me the f*ck out
Y'all gotta stop me from tellin
Tellin' you shouldn't be dwellin
On the past or the future, just the present
Living in the moment got me feelin' omnipotent sweetheart
For your disregard, you finna get charred
At the stake you drove right through my heart, leaving me scarred
Our differences are stark, these bars are just hard (ayy)
I'm a post-modern monarch, bitch I'm setting benchmarks (ayy)
Y'all needed head starts, just to be outsmarted man
Guess I'm just cursed, BT's inert
His consciousness done did got purged
Had to unlearn
His negative patterns, cause that shit was all I observed
I reaffirm
The universe just reconfirms the shit that you yearn
My presence is earned, this comeback is personal
EC6 curvin' the faux, bitch, I got these powers bestowed
I'm slaying my foes while I'm sipping Bordeaux
Man, I just can't stop serving hoe
This track don't need a hook it needs my scripture
You know my words, a hook, line, and sinker
Y'all ain't know I stopped playing, the bar I'm raising
An apple a day got me feeling kinda insane
It's just like what Frank was saying
Bitch this ain't no hopes and dreams, shit is prophecy
Hardly sleep (ayy), faith was in the coffee bean
I'm a prodigy, this my fucking honesty
Baby please, my odyssey's a comedy
Had low self-esteem, bullshit tearing at the seams
Was smoking green, fiending till I cannot lean, was
EST, working till I fucking bleed, now
Trips to NYC, manifest my fucking dreams
Ayy

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