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jamarr's intro - swath lyrics

yeah
yeah
little man waking up, rollin’ out the bed
four eggs, toasted up a bagel with the spread
eye crust, hair f*cked up, but never cared
makin’ beats, writin’ rhymes, that’s all that’s in his head
sample jazz records, better throw some smoky soul
better scare away the hoes
don’t matter what they think, as long as you love it
the nerds might like it, but the b*tches won’t f*ck with it
i do this to alleviate the pain, cause i used to use substancеs
dug myself into a hole until i had enough of it
hatеd feelin’ anything, so i was chasin’ nothingness
only rock bummy fits, boy, i’m at my comfiest
how many vices until that sh*t’s enough?
how many times did you get the urge to cut?
how much silence till you finally speak up?
too much i did, it finally caught up
3.5’s dyin, my weak mind is flyin
takin’ pride in my vaporizin’ and paper flyin
make no mind to my cryin, i know i’m crazy fryin
cause once the dank is lightin, feel like i’m okay with dyin
angel on my shoulder, warnin’ me that satan’s climbin
devil on my shoulder, sellin’ me vacation island
guess which one is louder, why i can’t create
eyes wide at threeam, i’m contemplatin’ my fate
i’m constantly gettin’ baked, trust the process
she hurt him so bad that he see women as objects
and after something’s useless, peace up and say your deuces
i’m runnin’ from exertion, from jumpin’ straight to conclusions
i keep runnin’ in place, and i’m runnin’ out of excuses
i got more questions than answers, my findings are inconclusive
i’m usin’ bodies to catch bullets when i wake
i’m reachin’ for the tree and i pulled it from the safe
mask insecurities, i’m coverin’ real with fake
transparent, you can see that it’s not really opaque
i’m askin’ you to pass the tree, but you can see right through
i’m orderin’ from adam eve, to bite into forbidden fruit
but materials don’t matter
that sh*t’s just depression, only showcased on a silver platter
but you wanna be high to only feel the latter
i got a neptune that i’m really tryna turn to saturn
i’m just hopin’ that she never go decepticon
mystical whoever when i turn visual receptors on
mystical whoever even when the f*ckin’ pressure’s on
go on 63, i know i’ll love her when the chest is gone
all natural and we livin’ in a castle
when i bite into her apple, that’s the bait and i get tackled
i need my demons to go
cause that graveyard’s nothin’ but a museum for souls
in other words, it’s a museum for goals
that never came to fruition, so f*ck it, see me propose
it’s a museum for goals
that never came to fruition, so f*ck it, see me propose
(phone ringing)
yo what the f*ck is this n*gga doing?
better answer my sh*t
i know he ain’t doing sh*t
four f*cking years and the album still ain’t here
this n*gga got some f*cking nerve
i know this n*gga ain’t even in the f*cking studio
what the f*ck?
man this n*gga better have a good ass f*cking reason
as to why this n*gga got me sending a f*cking voicemail
ayy n*gga
where the f*ck is the album bro?
it’s been years, my boy, years
ight, you promised this sh*t when we were f*cking teenagers and sh*t
we are adults now my boy
adults, grown ass men now, ight?
i don’t give a f*ck if we”still young”
you gotta hurry that sh*t up, cuz this sh*t’s absurd
you got h*lla n*ggas waiting
and that sh*t better not be trash otherwise i’mma beat yo ass

- swath lyrics

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