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lirik lagu developed footprints – budreau

[verse 1: noah garcia]:
i’ve weathered the storm but i can’t tell whether i miss her
i just might go down with my ship, in the heart of the twister
time flies but i can’t afford to fly first class or a p jet
how im supposed to pack if i don’t know where the f*ck i’ll be next
they say age is a number so i tried calling her line
i got ghosted by death but d*mn the s*x felt just fine
it’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant
i got so much death protection tho that i could be the d*mn revеnant
im writing lines of my life like i put a pеn to paper
ill shoot a clip at your head and give you a cut, nice taper
i rap how i think i act and i act how i wanna rap?
that makes less cents/sense than this verse after 1000 playbacks
people say hey you need to act your f*cking age and sh*t but ive never been good at theater so i just ripped up that script
speaking of scrip, yo doc i think i need an iv quick
im on so many meds that i think i got a doped d*ck
i’m so belligerent n diligent i pester all your constituents and i’ll destroy your whole life like you’re a pest on this settlement
i wanted to switch up my pace and sh*t like the speed of my bars and i want to slow down your pace a bit like maybe stopping your heart
and i’m sitting here bored writing my lyrical lines and with like 3 or 4 references cause i cite my sources online
and i paid all these hours to some old f*ck father time but i overpaid and tried to buy happiness just for my cards to decline
i’m not always late but i ain’t always on time so you can call me a period i’ll prolly make your b*tch cry
i take my time on my verses like you’d take time behind bars and i’ll take some years off your life like imma first degree charge
i’ll serve it hot fresh and quick like the cum out my d*ck you serve it freezing cold and raw like an old lunch lady b*tch
i’m about to head out can i stick my nuts in your mouth if you need some practice writing i could be your penpal

[verse 2: justin budreau]:
lemme take a trip back, back a couple years ago
sitting in class, tryna map how to grow
rip another page out my notebook. i don’t know where to go
i get asked for an answer, “what’s the question?”
“did you not pay attention?” i tell him “no sir.”
the blur i was in gave me the for sure
my time’s restricted, the bell comes to a ring
apply what i depicted, i should be persistent on being sober
two years later, full time smoker
cooking in the kitchen, getting closer to the life i want
no whipping of white, snow don’t belong in the desert
twelve passed twice, i’m the man of the hour
took a second, took a minute, power isn’t what i’m after
breathing in the wrath the past has brought back
i mastered the mask, my words spread fast, they k!ll like lead cast
i will not come in last
but now i got a task, so what’s the assignment?
i built with my(mine) craft, look who got the diamonds
still it’s not enough
try to escape, see the smoke of my demons, tough a toke could cuff your breathing
was it a mistake to puff? go to thievin’
while playing drake. you know the motto we believin’
greatness from small beginnings. fate is *uh*
i’m winning
aim, miss, when in doubt
say this: “i’ll make it count.”
i don’t got to fit in for people to make it loud
they know that i got a vision for the crowd
i listen for the sound of pictures getting taken now
while y’all where chasing clout, i’ve been chasing the clouds
that’s where i found myself, i’ll come down to the ground to help
i was bound to show you clowns a round of advice
and how to change your life into something else
[verse 3: budreau]:
standing vertical letting the shower blast
hands on clocks are purposeful, they remind my coward ass not to take time personal
cervical curved certainly downwards; acts to initiate towards power passed
cocaine cowboy dash; covert a bull into convertibles is only workable off the sour grass
god is being merciful, so i’ve gotta tower fast or witness our class dwindle down the hourglass
dandelions and delilahs soar through:
breeze past supports are how samson died
paramount questions on where the answers lie are amplified when sands of time will randomly switch up and put on a show like pantomimes
and when the phantoms cry, you know the seconds descend faster
cement plastered with your corpse in floor boards won’t affect any events crafted
10:50 at night, i finished watching the hateful 8
got a message from a buddy of mine, thought for seconds he don’t fumble with time, so this must be a weighted “hey”
previous encounter with him was last year ‘round april, may
it read “had time to relax and thought of jonny.”
wasn’t the movie having my kneecaps feel water droplets
sudden sulking mixed with the rainfall made emotions alter
others shouldn’t fix up their main faults with a chrome revolver because of events like this
whether the weather withers away in your eyes or not, you can’t prevent irises from their demises: throw dirt on the name or build a legacy from being decisive
we’ve all foregone actual birth, so you’ll see when your sole contacts with the earth, soil can’t feel a photon’s magnetic surge but the footprint will prolong: abandon the turmoil

- budreau

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