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lirik lagu i did it – sapient

[intro]
i did it
uh huh
i did it
i did it, i did it, i did it
i did it

[verse]
little milo grew up in the suburb
every night at about 6:30 he’d have supper
two parents, three whips, family trips every summer
when he got back he would be sunburnt
he had blond sh-ggy hair, he didn’t cut it
all the 14 year-old girls had little crushes
he snowboarded, wore striped shirts, and liked to skate a lot
listening to atmosphere and aesop rock
when he was 16 his parents bought him a jetta
he drove it with his friends and made all of them jealous
his parents bought him all these possessions
and never taught him a lesson
they knew he was bright, they thought he would get it
nope
his character was poor
he knew he could have anything his parents could afford
wouldn’t even run a f-cking errand to the store
he’d become a lazy boy, i ain’t talking ’bout recliners
i’m talking about that milo, now he was 17
he wanted to rap, so what? his friends had beats
well sh-t, he had been writing for a month
rapping was easy, he could freestyle when he’s drunk
he was ready to live the dream
rocking big crowds of white kids that scream
he wasn’t trying to hear that voice from dad
telling him to go to college and join a frat
he enjoyed the rap music, now hating his father
and yes, you can guess this created a conflict
so dad made him an offer to pay for his college
but milo wanted to rap, they couldn’t persuade him to stop it
he stormed out, his head was in a fog
he knew that he’d feel better if he shopped
found a couple sweatshirts that he bought
then acted like a d-ck to the employees cause he never had a job
then he got a bright idea, “i’ll record a demo of my songs
i think there’s a guitar center in this mall”
there was, he found it
suddenly surrounded with salesmen ready to get him what he wants
milo explained he’s an expert at spitting rhymes
and needed to make this demo to get him signed
“well, we have pro tools, if you can’t afford that
we have this old school tascam four-track”
“i’ll take one pro tools, a digi 003
some monitors, speakers, and one of those please”
“um, don’t forget a microphone, with all this stuff to record you
oh yea, you’re gonna need some cords too”
“alright, alright, i’ll take it all, i need this
how much is that?”
“57 hundred dollars even”
“okay, cool, run this card, debit”
“okay, swipe swipe, thanks for shopping at guitar center”
he dipped, but before he drove home
he stopped by this venue his cousin worked at that throws shows
primarily local cover bands that love to jam for the alkies and bozos
his cousin said they do a hip hop show weekly, tomorrow’s the night
he can come out at eight and start open mic
wow, milo’s first gig
more like a one-way ticket headed to h-ll
i’m getting ahead of myself
the next night he showed up a bit early
an hour and a half, like so what it’s 6:30?
the crowd wasn’t there yet
unfortunately they would have to miss his sloppily prepared set
not even the bartenders were watching him play
but i was there, watching, waiting, stalking my prey
he hopped off of the stage in an overconfident way
like he had just accomplished a great an awesome display
that same c-ckiness that all those kids get
over-privileged and don’t know their limits
well there’s a lot of things that milo doesn’t know
like your soul, when you die, where does it go?
so i followed him into the parking lot
he started to unlock his shiny car, then stopped
i tapped him on the shoulder and said, “yo, that was tight
i wanna sign you to this label, it’s called the afterlife”
then quicker than milo could shout
i pulled the pistol from my waist and put it right in his mouth
i gave him no chance to say goodbye to whoever
before i put his d-mn brains on the side of his jetta
ew

[outro]
i k!lled milo, i shot him in the head
i k!lled milo, i painted his jetta red
i k!lled milo, i shot him in the head
i k!lled milo, i painted his jetta red

- sapient

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