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lirik lagu othello – maurcus (qpid)

(intro)
*lighter strikes*
*inhale, exhale*
yeah
so like i was saying, ya know, it’s like
people ask me “how do [i] capture what [i] feel in the music?”
but i don’t do that, i*i don’t know how to do that
in fact, i’m not good with my emotions
and i don’t know how i feel until i make it
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

(prelude)
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
duh, duh, duh
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
duh, duh, duh
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
duh, duh, duh
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
duh, duh, duh
duh, duh, duh
who are you?
(verse 1)
not on the block and never had to whip a brick or go spin up and pull up on ops
no running from cops
the life that i lead pretty mellow and, honestly, don’t know much loss
i turn and i toss
the pain that i feel is intrusive at night and it comes from my thoughts
i’m sick of the thoughts, they’re sickening thoughts
if i act on ‘em, momma gonna cry when i’m locked
a ‘98 baby just new to the game sh*t
got jaded from feeling the pain sh*t
let go of my pride and i swallowed my shame sh*t
wrote addy and wrote in my name next
waited for someone to call out my name sh*t
for someone for soothing my ache sh*t
waited for someone to mellow my hatred
tell me the stakes ‘fore i made a mistake, b*tch

(hook 1)
i’m sick of the bullsh*t
i’m tired of preaching my life every week like a pulpit
sick of the school sh*t
i’m tired of spending the hours of life on a rubric
stuck on the cruel bits
i’m tired of seeing the news every night when i’m moonlit
sick of the movement
i just wanna mellow, i’m tired of work, let a fool sit (d*mn)
(verse 2)
i just wanna live a life with a vibe kinda like
instead we living in a pandem with our lives dropping like
i just wanna make songs like the next young man
clinging onto every second hand
embellishing my hand, tryna paint a perfect picture like i am a better man

(bridge)
skin like oth*llo, with red under yellow, you’d think that i’d k!ll a fellow
i write like costello with black cabello
and destined for greatness like i’m modello
i’m kinda like royalty, i keep the purple and stick on me, kinda like donatello
i’m making the waves of the culture bellow
to keep with the changes call tomasello

(pre*chorus)
but my brain a slave to the sh*t i fear
from the sh*t i see to the sh*t i hear
swear they’re like a brand: when i see, it sear
like a prison house, feeling stuck in here
then they say the sh*t you don’t wanna hear
that “you’re too severe, we can’t help you here
might as well be a wishing well here
but i very well wish you well, dear”
so—
(hook 2) x2
it’s jim beam, f*ck a shock top (shock top)
evergreen got my heart stopped (heart stopped)
19 in a locked box (locked box)
beckon me, man, you better not (better not)
can’t breathe, got a throat knot
and i can’t see when i’m nodding off
my family’s seen a better me
they might hear my scream then my top popped

(interlude)
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
who are you?

(outro)
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
duh, duh, duh (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
duh, duh, duh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
hop in the room
duh, duh, duh (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
who are you?
duh, duh, duh
duh, duh, duh
duh, duh, duh
who are you?

- maurcus qpid

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