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woah - blueyd lyrics

[chorus]
solitary trapped in the mind of this cell (whoa)
contrary, outside world never treated me well
knives and the bullets all caught in my trap (whoa)
feels like burning with the fangs inside of my back
world is against me and i don’t know what it is
maybe just the fact that they know what a fact is (whoa)
i got one foot in the pit and one foot on the gas
so let’s drive to our funerals cuz we didn’t know what we had (whoa)

[verse 1]
foot and hand on the break
only wallowed looking down until the confidence came
souls in the game now
scream into the faucet
same timе as my mental came back until i lost it
looking inward for answer ain’t gеtting sh*t back
chit chatter on the street i hear the sh*t that i lack
b*tches really jittering hitting me with old packs
sealed deals the gun rocks all down in my whip
sailing the ship better hope i don’t lose grip
times going faster, don’t know how to use it
almost good when you got no control, sh*t
i’m doing better if i didn’t describe it
lost conscience, woke up on a building in the middle of the projects
time lapse the bars till i hit ’em again
spill it again, len do it again, but sing
i guess you never heard of all the pressure it brings
[chorus]
solitary trapped in the mind of this cell (whoa)
contrary, outside world never treated me well
knives and the bullets all caught in my trap (whoa)
feels like burning with the fangs inside of my back
world is against and i don’t know what it is
maybe just the fact that they know what a fact is (whoa)
i got one foot in the pit and one foot on the gas
so let’s drive to our funerals cuz we didn’t know what we had (whoa)

[verse 2]
ran from the fire till the ambulance came
satire still banned, we sand mammals
gonna make it rain on these poor people
solemn and in pain, no one know what i’ve been through
n0body feeling different, come on, write me a check
had em hiding all the hospitals i slide me a pack
figure out some happiness, n0body slaps perfect
i don’t i know what i got but i know i got purpose
skate across the floor, relapse to the roots
got myself a couple doors, cuz these feelings is new
philosophical, felt kinda off when i got it
realized that, maybe i’m out of that tar pit
guitar picks, metaphorical faucet
parked it, we got the answer in our pockets
ghost in a sh*ll, like a crack intervention
now everyone sit down, we make laps in the pen, sh*t
[chorus]
solitary trapped in the mind of this cell (whoa)
contrary, outside world never treated me well
knives and the bullets all caught in my trap (whoa)
feels like burning with the fangs inside of my back
world is against and i don’t know what it is
maybe just the fact that they know what a fact is (whoa)
i got one foot in the pit and one foot on the gas
so let’s drive to our funerals cuz we didn’t know what we had (whoa)

- blueyd lyrics

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