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The Individual's Everlasting SOuL Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
To Die a Death of Remorse Weak from Pain
What's the first thought
When you run my lines back
Best be doing that, while you puff the dime sack
Puff your chest but you scared of life, with a fucked up mind set
Fuck am I saying, damn I'm angry
But if I'm to fix it then what's fitting to make me
Spit it up like I'm a lil baby
Okay, this is crazy
I know I said it but the eyes is hazy like an IPA and
I'm fighting, chasing for a better life
I don't know the metrics, I can't measure mine
Yet it's better crying, then to spend denying
All the time I have, all the time I had
Lost in battle with the soul I sold, just to wallow sad, just to
Just to feel the pain, just to, just to run in rain
And you feel resistance, but you never stay
But you keep it pushing, cause another day, is another chance
You ain't had many, but you been the man
Or you been the woman, or you been the person we need
This to all my friends, this to me
This to the old version that I used to love
Served sole purpose but then when's enough
I can't decide so the world takes me
I can't be lied to what you take me, for a fool but this is for the genius
Not in study books but with your peoples
You can see emotions before they even grow em
You ain't even hold 'em, you just even homie
What's the first thought
What's the first thought
When you run my lines
When you run my lines
When you run my lines back
Best be doing that
Best be fucking with me
Best you come with plenty
Best you come prepared before I put em there
Before I fuck around before I end you here
What's the first thought
What's the first thought
When you run my lines
When you run my lines
When you run my lines back
Best be doing that
Best be fucking with me
Best you come with plenty
Best you come prepared before I put em there
Before I fuck around before I end you here
What's your second intention
Ulterior, fall inferior
I mean, what the fuck's the message
This for gain, and you say it's not
But you cater pop, and that don't cater pops
It's like, what the fuck is this shit
Like how you changing and you don't improve
Like how you make it when you only lose
They told me, fools
They say you'll never make it
Not cause I'm caucasian, but the fucking odds
But shit, if I'm so fucking hot
How do I stop? How I hit the brakes?
How do you not?
Keep it going cause you know it's great
Shit, I don't know man, I don't know man
I don't fucking know
I could keep on asking, but I should probably go
I mean you could be my passion, but then what would be wrote?
But then again who knows? I could juggle both
Loving you and loving them, the goal that I approach
A goal I will exceed
For those who forget
I'm chosen just to spit
Not known for these beats
But I'm, hoping you can see
Why I write like I am fighting
Why I'd die for just a line man
This ain't coke but what I breathe