Abstraction
This abstraction
Got me feeling factions
Within the tree facets
Lacking any coaction
I'm getting lapped and put in traction
I should set off a chain reaction
Leave like a ghost and make them miss taction
Why should I care?
I can't miss less of what I don't already have
It's like I met cannibals, they already ate my whole calf
Man, can't you guys share?
I'm hungry, why do you gotta sit and stare?
I got these intrusive thoughts
About my shortest straws
God has yet to pull any but
I can almost see all the flaming yards
Take a card, any card
Laugh hard, you can fake a guard
I'll rip it off like a piece of art from the hall's wall
It'll all fall when I call off all of my tall dolls
Leave home and take all of my stuff
Did you think I never would ever had enough
Rent out a house with my boys 'cause
Any more time here would been like complacently staying cuffed
And face it, it's all really boring as fuck
I stay in my room, go to work, and fuck around with the cuts
You come home and complain about "man these dishes old as fuck"
I woulda done 'em if you insisted and opened up
But you just keep on giving me reasons to stay angry and tough
Stubborn and vouch for nothin' cause you got no reason to cuss
Soon enough I'll be stressed and tested with those fuckin' drugs
I'll be hooked, and there'll never be another reason to trust
Good, then the feeling will be mutual
If I have to do it for you to review it then don't act confused when I'm a future user, fool
This abstraction
Got me feelin' factions
Within the tree facets
Lacking any coaction
I'm unique
I been through it and cooked truancy out my of genes
After graduation you couldn't catch me losing sleep
I forced myself to stay up late and I forgot how to eat
I was so obsessed with learning my craft
Home-employing my staff
Using cash and begging friends to rip at my drafts
Begging the best to rip up my raps
I wrote for so long, my blood became ink
I dip my pen in wounds and they still lookin' pink
I write so much, you woulda missed a song if you blinked
I stick to it, I'd rather be dead than in the drink
Drowning under the sorrows and fears of tomorrow
Think of my future in the gallows whenever I fail
Yet I'm here, rapping on the fourth and never barring my mind lest I end up in hell
Got me feeling factions
Within the tree facets
Lacking any coaction
I'm getting lapped and put in traction
I should set off a chain reaction
Leave like a ghost and make them miss taction
Why should I care?
I can't miss less of what I don't already have
It's like I met cannibals, they already ate my whole calf
Man, can't you guys share?
I'm hungry, why do you gotta sit and stare?
I got these intrusive thoughts
About my shortest straws
God has yet to pull any but
I can almost see all the flaming yards
Take a card, any card
Laugh hard, you can fake a guard
I'll rip it off like a piece of art from the hall's wall
It'll all fall when I call off all of my tall dolls
Leave home and take all of my stuff
Did you think I never would ever had enough
Rent out a house with my boys 'cause
Any more time here would been like complacently staying cuffed
And face it, it's all really boring as fuck
I stay in my room, go to work, and fuck around with the cuts
You come home and complain about "man these dishes old as fuck"
I woulda done 'em if you insisted and opened up
But you just keep on giving me reasons to stay angry and tough
Stubborn and vouch for nothin' cause you got no reason to cuss
Soon enough I'll be stressed and tested with those fuckin' drugs
I'll be hooked, and there'll never be another reason to trust
Good, then the feeling will be mutual
If I have to do it for you to review it then don't act confused when I'm a future user, fool
This abstraction
Got me feelin' factions
Within the tree facets
Lacking any coaction
I'm unique
I been through it and cooked truancy out my of genes
After graduation you couldn't catch me losing sleep
I forced myself to stay up late and I forgot how to eat
I was so obsessed with learning my craft
Home-employing my staff
Using cash and begging friends to rip at my drafts
Begging the best to rip up my raps
I wrote for so long, my blood became ink
I dip my pen in wounds and they still lookin' pink
I write so much, you woulda missed a song if you blinked
I stick to it, I'd rather be dead than in the drink
Drowning under the sorrows and fears of tomorrow
Think of my future in the gallows whenever I fail
Yet I'm here, rapping on the fourth and never barring my mind lest I end up in hell
Credits
Writer(s): Adolfo Lunardi
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