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Hey look, a double entendre song title. But anyways, new song. I was up all night, so I decided to write a last verse. Monster coming soon. Youth in Revolt. I'll also be droppin' another song today with one of my favorites in the studio. Shoutout to Francois Dillinger.
Wishing Well.mp3
Goddamn, this was a lot longer on paper. Here I am thinking I was writing a novella and shit, lol.
Wishing Well.mp3
Lyrics:
And I won't change just so they feel me, man/
I'm walking with my hood up lookin' for the next Zimmerman/
They tellin' me I'm too smart to be a rapper/
They don't hear the difference and think of us all as trappers/
Legal way to get out of the ways they trapped us/
And I admit, we need less rappers and more college students/
I'll set the precedent on how to do this/
and they actin' like I couldn't be president if I do this/
Well, fuck them niggas and the way they judgin'/
Makin' somethin' outta nothin', I'm a Fullmetal Alchemist/
And I know they doubtin' this/
They wanna see me fail and even if I did/
bitch, I would never tell/
'cause I threw all my money down the wishing well/
Chorus:
too lazy to write. it's not that complex anyways, lmao.
Verse 1 continued:
Understandably, I'm a problem, so they probably won't understand me/
I threw away the cards that life handed me/
Understand me, they tried to underhand me/
and I'm avoiding those probabilities to the best of my abilities, nigga/
Verse 2 (A dream sequence, that's why it's more typical rap and the deeper voice indicates it's a nightmare, as to show it's a possibility I would have to continuously make songs like these if I got signed):
Please do not put me in a lane with these lames/
Twice my age, but I still outrap them all the same/
Got these niggas goin' insane, puttin' the pistol to they brain/
and I'm just sayin', "Bang, bitch, bang."/
"Go ahead and kill yourself," pardon me for being heartless/
But you gotta understand, man, I ain't even start this/
Stop and spark it; take aim at my targets/
Colorin' out of lines and writin' out of margins/
I'm so abstract. Writin' like I'm 32, but I'm only half that. (even though I'm 17 now. -__-)/
And I always kill the halves that I give back/
and man, let's be real. When I sign my deal/
these haters'll cry more than my mama will/
Verse 3:
I been dreamin' way too long, I'm over it/
That "I'm so close, I can feel it" you know the shit/
and your fears start kickin' in, and you hopin' that they don't notice it/
that's that fuck shit, man, I know you know the scent/
Yeah, and you're regrettin' all your past decisions/
thinkin' you knew best when you refused to listen/
then you thinkin' like what if I don't make it... what if I don't become shit?/
What if I get locked up on some dumb shit?/
Right? But what if I do survive and get locked in a 9-5?/
Either way, I'm institutionalized/
and one is better than the other, but neither is right for me, so I'm tryna choose another/
and my mother, yeah, she wanna see that doctorate/
but I ain't patient, no time for that doctor shit/
So I might risk it all and lose it/
Sorry if I do it/
but with your head in the clouds, it's too easy to lose it/
Chorus/outro:
Random nigga shit I said, lmao.
And I won't change just so they feel me, man/
I'm walking with my hood up lookin' for the next Zimmerman/
They tellin' me I'm too smart to be a rapper/
They don't hear the difference and think of us all as trappers/
Legal way to get out of the ways they trapped us/
And I admit, we need less rappers and more college students/
I'll set the precedent on how to do this/
and they actin' like I couldn't be president if I do this/
Well, fuck them niggas and the way they judgin'/
Makin' somethin' outta nothin', I'm a Fullmetal Alchemist/
And I know they doubtin' this/
They wanna see me fail and even if I did/
bitch, I would never tell/
'cause I threw all my money down the wishing well/
Chorus:
too lazy to write. it's not that complex anyways, lmao.
Verse 1 continued:
Understandably, I'm a problem, so they probably won't understand me/
I threw away the cards that life handed me/
Understand me, they tried to underhand me/
and I'm avoiding those probabilities to the best of my abilities, nigga/
Verse 2 (A dream sequence, that's why it's more typical rap and the deeper voice indicates it's a nightmare, as to show it's a possibility I would have to continuously make songs like these if I got signed):
Please do not put me in a lane with these lames/
Twice my age, but I still outrap them all the same/
Got these niggas goin' insane, puttin' the pistol to they brain/
and I'm just sayin', "Bang, bitch, bang."/
"Go ahead and kill yourself," pardon me for being heartless/
But you gotta understand, man, I ain't even start this/
Stop and spark it; take aim at my targets/
Colorin' out of lines and writin' out of margins/
I'm so abstract. Writin' like I'm 32, but I'm only half that. (even though I'm 17 now. -__-)/
And I always kill the halves that I give back/
and man, let's be real. When I sign my deal/
these haters'll cry more than my mama will/
Verse 3:
I been dreamin' way too long, I'm over it/
That "I'm so close, I can feel it" you know the shit/
and your fears start kickin' in, and you hopin' that they don't notice it/
that's that fuck shit, man, I know you know the scent/
Yeah, and you're regrettin' all your past decisions/
thinkin' you knew best when you refused to listen/
then you thinkin' like what if I don't make it... what if I don't become shit?/
What if I get locked up on some dumb shit?/
Right? But what if I do survive and get locked in a 9-5?/
Either way, I'm institutionalized/
and one is better than the other, but neither is right for me, so I'm tryna choose another/
and my mother, yeah, she wanna see that doctorate/
but I ain't patient, no time for that doctor shit/
So I might risk it all and lose it/
Sorry if I do it/
but with your head in the clouds, it's too easy to lose it/
Chorus/outro:
Random nigga shit I said, lmao.
Goddamn, this was a lot longer on paper. Here I am thinking I was writing a novella and shit, lol.
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