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utzomatic - cold messiah & kr1spy lyrics

yo
i feel a tingle in his spine
an intermingling of rhymes
combined in paradigm, and a divine single reliance
reminds me of the times i found myself in the ninth
out of h*ll for head, head away from mezzanine, and
lately i’ve been trying to relate to all the signs
that be saying that i’m diving away from paradise
then, i watch in all the eyes
of the drones who’s passing by and decide
am i the one who only really just resides
let’s investigate
students working every day
two jobs that they hate
walk, and they getting paid
not feeling pretty great
school got em stressing
on they way to try and graduate
now they brains distressing and they mental state begin to break
man i say, i don’t got to no oppositions
thoughts and opinions don’t seem to make a difference
i ain’t dissing but it seems the point of life is what you’re missing
hiding sipping fifths, sit and fill your nic addiction
it’s the time like these that be reminding me
am i good for myself
am i good for my seeds
will my kin in the future look up to my feats
or glare right down upon my pit of misery
till the end of my days i never reach defeat
just pop in my audio and creep on the beat
till the end of my days i never reach defeat
just pop in my audio and creep on the beat* creep on the beat
baby please can’t you see there’s a difference between
these belligerents and me
i’m a special kinda case
i’m a treasure lost at sea
never to be perceived
when i sway to the mainland
you better get a taste
before i catch another breeze
never to be conceived
by the likes of yourself
and myself i start to hate
and i always sort of have
i organize the mask that
personifies the fact that i’ll never find my place
and i sort of hope i don’t, so on this ocean i can float
till i finally reach the edge i no longer suffocate
what a sour sort of thought
or at least that’s what i think
what a coward sort of thought
or at least that’s what i think
it’s the times like these that be reminding me
am i good for myself
am i good for my seed
will my kin in the future look up to my feats
or glare right down upon my pit of misery
till the end of my days i never reach defeat
just pop in my audio and creep on the beat
till the end of my days i never reach defeat
just pop in my audio and creep on the* creep on the beat

- cold messiah kr1spy lyrics

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