9373
Lil Bowen
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I've grown so tired of all this shit I lost the will to fight alone I'll throw myself into this pit What you call hell I'll call my home I feel so wrong telling you this But then again I've lost control I wander where my mind pretends And I still have no fucking soul I just wanna say I'm sorry for the shit that I started I'm bizarre and nostalgic I just fuckin' tear beats apart when I fall I walk or stumble, royal rumble in the concert Trippin' over your speakers my numb mind don't work My dumb foot don't hurt My damn fists go berserk My fuckin' face like a zombie My own eyes backwards On my ass, in the grass Through the glass, f*ck my past I'm the last one to leave But the first one to laugh When I can take a million dollars fuckin' throw it all away Call me Stolin never Colin all I do is fuckin' slay Know I started up the game They're all callin' out my name F*ck the rich and f*ck your fame And not one to point the blame but I'm a liar (Nope) I aspire to inspire every motherfucker who disses me Misses me, then fucking pisses me off You can't comprehend my lyrics They're from another dimension, suspension Where you'll be in about fifteen seconds I've grown so tired of all this shit I lost the will to fight alone I'll throw myself into this pit What you call hell I'll call my home So I've made some mistakes It's my statement to break Everything in my way Do whatever it takes Can I show you the way How I'm not getting paid For the grind behind me No not today If you wanna catch me Rewind the tape Know I never found a better fuckin' way to escape This time behind me and I'm better for it I'm killing without a killing You can't ignore it Still can't afford it I hope it the back Lockin' eyes with your girl for a matter of fact Shit is wack, I'm not black so they criticize I attack with this flow so they still despise Can I settle good for more than making metal When I push the petal Swerving at the speed of light Devil outta sight Grab the fuckin' mic I'm psyched, ignite the motherfuckin' flame I'll burn your house down tonight I fly past here your pastor's lying I rep this shit why am I declining East coast bitch, I roast critch, get a switch Otsego amigo and I'm sick of this shit Tryna test out the west Ever kill my skill and prove I'm the best Put the past to rest If I gotta do it on my own you know I'm going harder than ever Check the weather, I foresee a storm and I know better I know that everything's okay Now I have nothing left to say I feel so wrong telling you this But then again I've lost control I wander where my mind pretends And I still have no fucking soul (Yeah) Or so I've been told They call me (They call me) 9373 (9373) 9373 (9373) 9373
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