This song is beautiful and really gets me amped up and inspired to do some crazy shit. Anyways check it out, great song!
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This song is beautiful and really gets me amped up and inspired to do some crazy shit. Anyways check it out, great song!
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(marcgoone)
See, I tried to preach that we were in control, That the trees we grow are built from the seeds we sow, But, what do you know, now I see your message mom, This tornado touched down changed my whole perspective on, Life, you were right, an unusual confession, From your hardheaded son, an unusual suggestion, I beg you not to see this as a funeral procession, Shit happens for a reason, life is beautiful, a blessing, And I know it don't seem right, but carry on, Cuz after every night, comes a dawn, I just want you to be happy cuz before we know it life is gone, I love you mom, the fight is on. <3 #MarcGoone #DearMom
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Oh shit here's a toast to folks who said I was a joke and hopeless: Y'all got inflated numbers, a bunch of Sammy Sosa's. A few of you in every city like some Ponderosas. Y'all is asinine go masturbate your flaccid minds, Its fappin' time been flagellated with saturated crappy rhymes. That's why I'm here. When you graduate from cashing dimes. And gravitate to real I'll tell you get your fucking ass in line. I'm ready for my time to shine. You get on because your city, I'll get on in spite of mine! Bottom line I'm all about the "I" like Iodine. I'm dying inside, I'm high, I'm flying. My own worst enemy - I am mine. I simply tend to be sedentary like I'm a Centipede. But I vehemently defend my tendencies. Will ya remember me like I'm a Kennedy? Obscenities cover the inner me. I'm condescending and befriend to better me. Somebody tell me that we were not meant to be simply entities for the infinity,,,Never was popular I come across as cocky overcompensating. And I'm not about to let you see me doubt it. I gotta be more calculated countin' down to compensation. Conversations now about my wallet. I'm aiming for the peak. I can't decide if I'm climbing not to see the world, but so they see me. ACT a 31, yet you refer to me as dumb. F-A-C-T by 31 I'll basically be flirting with retirement. Another thing to master and grow tired with. There I go again dabbling with fire but....I know it's coming. Yeah I know its coming. Every day I feel I'm running. Sacrifice like bunting. But I'm moving nowhere it seems. I know its coming, yeah I know its coming. Ooh I know it's coming to me. Now I don't have nothing, but fire in my stomach...Something like a Yung Khaleesi.
Burnt out, burdened, can’t be certain, but I may have lost a screw. Better listen when they tell you, “Don’t fuck with him he got nothing to lose. Ain’t well and so no telling what the hell I might be liable to do. " I'm self-exiled to my cage. Could not tell you what today is, I flip between indifferent and indignant in a daze. Try not do too much thinking, cause I’m just one lil’ nudge away from going off the deep end. I’m like one lil’ step away. Pick up tomorrow’s paper - my mugshot on the front page. Pain splayed on the pages, I’m painting with cadence. I’m paving the way to be Peyton, the greatest. While slaving away with no pay and no wages. My banking check savings is laden with statements, I’m late on my payments. They say that it pays to be patient, don’t say shit I’ve patiently waited with blatant frustration. The same conversations, insatiable cravings, have made me a sensational maven of cadence - amazing with phrases. Get praise from all races, but basically racing my face as it ages. I lay with my face down, I’m faced with my daemons, I’m chasing the same shit been chasing for ages. The sages would say that my brain has forsaken me, - drained of my saneness.
LYRICS: (verse) yeah, im takin hits out the bong hopin i hit on one song never in bed before dawn they wanna know what im on still tryna cope that she gone dad done showed us he strong, he strong do what i got just to make it fuck all these blogs and tastemakers prolly wont spot me in fader oh no do not need no favors cant get my mind right, my mind right mind right chase the limelight, the limelight, limelight yeah need this shit to pop off soon i swear i spent the last 2 years my life in a cocoon some days i wake up ask myself like what the fuck you doin aint no goddamn money in this game that im pursuin (hook) i take it straight to the head my eyes be glazed and they red 2 days since i been in bed been on a roll i just been rollin the ls hopin the money develops so i can smoke it not sell and get this dough cant work no odd job forever gotta get my shit together promise her itll get better but it been slow bottle my pain hope it sell only thang i can do well try to explain to myself i know i know ill be alright (verse 2) i smoke that strong, strong, strong, strong til my mind gone, gone, gone, gone, gone hit the stage and i feel like im right at home dont like people for real need my time alone overthink shit a lil need to let it go why you think im always stoned im awkward as shit never popular no i got all these hits but no pop star oh no i wanna get rich but ill not sell my soul i aint changing me for them im fillin up these venues but i still cant get no press these fuckboys gettin put on oh no no im not impressed you wont hear me on the radio cuz i aint got no bread but fuck em all i got the internet
"alright (prod. judge)" by marcgoone