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lirik lagu much more – omie tha homie

to tell the truth i’m a cool fella
move dweller, no groove how i move stella
mastered my vibe, girl i’m a mood setter
i don’t play boy: rest in peace to hugh hefner
bunnies tip toeing, acting too extra
just to swipe my card again, but i don’t sweat her
used to be a fetish, found a new pleasure
but can’t go a day without being tested
i admit i’m kinda weak when i’m peer pressured
repetitive excuses never made me feel better
opened up my third eye just to see better
and fighting vain thoughts just to be better
be aware the mind can take you to scary places
seen tombstones with names replaced by faces
h*ll bound unless you’re saved by grace
or by your faith in who you believe is in outer sp*ce
wait… i think there’s much more (much more)

if dr. carter could save hip*hop on lean
who’s to say i can’t do the same thing? (sidebar) yo
was holding grudges: i didn’t answer when michael called me
said it was all about the tree but watch the branches fall
most precious time, cuz i spent it on me because it pleased me
instead of use it to give grandma jerri a call
now it’s way too late, can’t reach her at all
that pain weighs on me, can you spot me lord?
i’d like an answer don’t wanna resort to alcohol
i hate the fact i keep falling for alcohol
my grandpops caught the addiction in vietnam
he passed it to my pops then he passed it on
that ripple effect was like an elephant cannon ball
i fill up my cup, the next thing you know i’m falling forwards
into depression, thoughts from a neglected fulford
who used his gift the wrong way now he’s paying for it
just lost my favorite car i paid so much for
around the time mom told me pray much more (uh)

but there’s much more…

momma told me don’t steal it if i don’t need it
so instead of picking classes i was picking pockets
my ancestors are most likely ashamed of me
enslaved for me to be free yet i’m picking cotton
should have been writing not fantasizing ’bout emma watson
nuttin’ harry potter, slytherin imposter
never watched the news cause i hate what’s on it
i shoulda been paying attention to forewarnings
watch a new world order unfold before me
i ain’t trippin’, chillin’ in boxes
but focus on the rapture and not a trending topic
or some new gossip, i got enough problems
realizing the times that were ends very toxic
had to restrategize, first time was blindsided
got violent, fall was like i snapped a cord rock climbing
tried dyin’, but it backfired, now i’m back flyin’
on my nimbus cloud like i’m goku
better yet naruto on the pro*tools
guide you to the point like a coach do
sights much higher than kareem’s bifocals
oh you, so smooth like cocoa b*tter on tofu
so blue, like my attire in ’02
back then woulda been trouble if i approached you
that taught me a few lessons
like forgive all men of their transgressions
and how everybody sins, ain’t no one special
and when the game gets hard don’t change settings
from stealing my mom’s shoes in elementary
just so i could look cool in front of my frenemies
disobeying the code of my fathers frequently
but even he couldn’t tell me what’s gotten into me
a lot of drugs, a lot of drinks
found a buzz, found a sink
found a love, to how it feels
to numb the pain, and drown the grief
picture my stories like i wrote ’em on halloween
all of them started with a boy trying to chase dreams
my scars to big to cover in gauze
generations of enslavement being written off
they send their kids to private school while they bury ours
watch them filling up their pockets while we’re feeling lost
ain’t it odd? (huh)
but there’s much more…

- omie tha homie

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