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lirik lagu in my room – mads veslelia

[intro:]
i may not fit in
and i’m so unwilling to adapt
i guess the future looking at me like “please don’t be such a hardhead, please”
but i just keep that same bedroom-mentality
(bedroom gently shakes)

[verse 1:]
yeah, yeah i’m supposed to be hip
and talk about sh-t that fit right into a hit, huh?
supposed to follow the script, make you party, popping molly when you listen to this, nah
i got a room and a mic, so i -ssume i can screw and spit truth when i like, uh
and don’t get fooled by a stranger, cause even to a rat a bat look like an angel, yeah
and i’m right back on it, white knight boring, at night-time warring
despite my portion of whine, crying often i find my fortune
my mind might soften, sometimes i’m nothing
but take a dive in the ocean, i’ma shark a f-cking orphan, you a dolphin
see me touring suck a duck and tuck your b-lls in

[hook:]
you know i’m real
and i’m done chatting with you
you know the deal
and i’m done clapping for you
you know how i feel
and i’m done laughing with you
you know i don’t kneel
for n0body ye noddy ain’t nodding
no more, time to get it started fo sho

[verse 2:]
yeah, yeah way too many plastic
a lot of b-tches they believe in the flashes
a lot of blitz tricking people into b-st-rds
and their fans don’t give a f-ck about no talent
i understand it’s not about bomb-tracks man
it’s about contacts false-laughing
respond back with your dumb -ss acting
but i go uno i ludo and judo brutal on your poodle -sses
little noodle ashes
a funeral for all you f-ckin pseudo trash-heads
and i be d-mned if i go to bed without being fair to myself
weird figure, but a stage k!llah
i’m amazing, i gotta chase inner grace, ain’t the greatest but a
but a bump in your plan, i don’t jump on a trend, i’m that small line of dirt who won’t go into the dustpan

[bridge:]
in my room, f-ck politics
in my room, f-ck apologies
in my room, born bawsing
in my room, p-rn browsing
in my room, brave rhyming
in my room, made thousands
in my room, standing here shouting
rap-allowance, bow down for nothing i

[verse 3:]
cut to the chase, i’m down for the people
raised on the phrase “deep down we are equal”
changing the paste, bow down to no evil
face full of hate, but i try sound civil
they wanna spray that fake and a demon
say that i’m “way too daze” but i’m lethal
race on flake surrounded by needles
saved by the way that i paddle in faecal
aming at lame and i’m blaming on feebles
shame that a game can change and bleach yah
waving at fame, no thanks, don’t need you
shaping a brain, no saint but regal
it’s time to remold, put the game in sleep hold
and let them straight faint in haze, so strange and peaceful

- mads veslelia

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