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lirik lagu someday – portraits of tracy

on the mental, i thought i was lacking
i found all along that i’m really the captain
b*tch, i know what you’re saying

is he playing…?
he pulling from the baseline, mentally he praying…
that’s just really his bipolar side talking…
how he talking all the sh*t but he ain’t walking?

but you gotta give him props
he fight his own battles
feeling lost in the dark
he never had a candle…
feeling like some ground beef in a pack of cattle
deep emotions, he kept in neath’ the mantle
yet he able and stable
your favorite fable…
most n*ggas would’ve got up and then flippеd the table

but no sir, not this one…
no givе in!
real n*gga, big b*lls and some thick skin
n*ggas claim they going hard
oh you doing squats?
my n*gga please sit down, you just sh*tting
main goal was to walk away with the game
then i found myself
a loser with some dreams, mane
step*pops told me, n*gga its a dream mane’…
sh*tted on my heart, i thought about it night and day

it’s a p*ss in the wind!
you need to give it up
they gon’ hear your sh*tty music and won’t give a f*ck

i put my blood and my sweat and my tears
n*gga i’d be d*mned, if i let you get up in my fears

n*gga imma tell you off, yeah straight from here
all you n*ggas talking sh*t listen loud and clear
black boy been working too f*cking long
for you b*tches just to get up in his f*cking ear

millipede minds, why n*ggas y’all stay following?
can you keep count of the nuts you’ve been swallowing?
kissing h*lla ass, so emotions been bottling
first to admit it, i ain’t scared come and die with me

n*gga i’m a nasty b*tch
you can’t fathom this, 18, legally you can hold the d*ck
hold up pause, bring it back, cause
you would think i’m richard reid the way i’m tryna blow lil b*tch
this in my soul lil b*tch
i just go lil b*tch
got hater n*ggas
setting up they rope and sh*t
you know, i don’t give a f*ck please kick the chair
here or there, n*gga please anywhere
i’m on

gone, build an empire n*gga roam
centurion b*tch like i’m made of stone
clone, n*gga you can’t ever hold your own
b*tch tell me if i’m just wrong look to up the sky
beacon, i’m the mother*f*cking light
you looking at me funny cause you know a n*gga really boutta rise
i can see the tears in your eyes
hold me down n*gga, just try, n*gga just try

you ain’t got a plan laid out
why you mad when i move now?
gotta do my own thing
b*tch, badda boom badda bing
dirty ghetto kid get kareem

why you can’t you see?
just not for me (huh?)
this for the n*ggas that dream (wha?)
my fountain of youth, is just speaking to you
can we breathe, n*gga oh please
n*gga oh please
if you can’t see my vision, please stick with a day job
backseat daytripper, noticing your heartthrob
don’t stop, n*gga keep going
bury those dreams, so ya family don’t know it
then you have a kid, eyes all sparkly and sh*t
try to put it all on them
if you followed all this
they would say f*ck that sh*t
then they’d make you their b*tch
hoe, i live that sh*t

i looked up in the mirror, with a glare
asked myself two questions
am i here or over there?
ain’t no telling where they’ll be when
all our stars are here
feel the magic, see them tear up
they can only stare

i know some way
they say someday
we’ll all get it
and we’ll soar high
i know some way
they say someday
we’ll all get it and they’ll all feel it
i know some way
they say someday
we’ll all get it
and we’ll soar high

- portraits of tracy

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