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T-Rubble's Coming Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
We seek Memories
Like the need for trees for us to breathe
We plant the seed of thoughts to sow
Watching it Grow from the meek
Dodging Subservient blows
To become the sheek (chic)
Luxuriant foe.
Thoughts flow like when you bleed from a busted nose
Don't know what's needed to pay the toll
All I know is as I keep on growing old
I'm gonna need help keeping my feet down
On the road
And so, on we go on journey to the soul
Through a path of danger, debris and mold
Bro got my sister to compose this track yo
As a means to reminisce but with that and this finding facts through a haze of mist
Tacks onto new perspective shit
Open a latch of understanding mixed with
Future planning stitching new experiences attached demanding
Got this goal in my foresight and a bunch of cash on my lap
Ready to take flight on the next chapter
Might light up take off and absolutely plastered
Renegade bastard with a hand grenade bout to blast ya
I'm not an agent of chaos
Im a mother fucking master
Circle round like a Seance
I said once in this rapture
Rapping ya up like a turd
In butches paper
Serving it up for dessert
Then desert ya later
Stuck with a bag of shit
That don't matter
Like a captain Captured
In a capsular of disaster
RIP mother fucker captioned found underneath collapsed rafters
Thoughts begin to drift around
sifting not long after
Lifting Little memories of reality
On the edge of my skull leaking in the vents as I'm breath in
I am not a slave to the impulses or sin
But the voices in my head, are trapped in a bin stuck with me
Mostly drowning in normally
And I can't even begin to swim
But on this beat when I rhyme
Bitch I'm Diving in
I'm free-styling fine
Aging like I'm wine or gin.
Stumbling until Bubbling up to the surface to upper cut your fucking chin
Tubbz and T-R-ubble begin
To stir up shit breaking through the rubble
Spitting out Ambition turning on the double
With the sights in the scope
in the hope in the distance
Come along in the instance
Yeh that's Hubble shit isn't it?
Bruises on my face cracks trace and opens in
Fusing two lines to together to make grin
But I'm losing to play, but mother fucker I play to win
Two hands behind the wheel
Bitch I'm driving in
Until the will is killed and last meal
Is consumed and my flesh is festering in
Decay as the days slips away begins to end
Then when you think its over
Memories feed the cycle will begin again hey?
Do you think that it's really over, man?
I never really understand where to go from here, mother fucker. Is this plan?
All I know is when I keep on growing on
Im gonna need help keeping my feet down on the road