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aboriginal (miami) - who the hell? lyrics

[verse 1]

who can get a crowd loud without fans?
same sound taking crowns at a battle of bands
but who can handle and who can hang with
playing after b+st+rds who mastered the language
of bringing outlandish anguish and damage
to any rap act who thinks they can manage
to match that incredible flow?
is it meant for aboriginal? who the h+ll knows?
where we gonna be in a couple of years?
faceless, wasted in a puddle of beer?
in a rubble of a career that never went far?
never been the since i left mars
i gotta rent+a+car with aluminum rims
and when i stop at lights they don’t continue to spin
do i think big, or let it all go
of a dream and a local scеne?
who the h+ll knows?

[chorus]

wе’re spinning on a ball of mystery now
all these questions to attend to but how?
ring out loud and echo in my skull
bleed in my heart then out of my soul…
how, when, where, why, what, who?
five w’s up in the blue, f+cking with you, troubling crews
and what do you do when there’s nothing to use but, clues?
[verse 2]

why the h+ll and when tighter the spot
do i end up with the worst case of writer’s block?
why the h+ll would i even use the pen
if can’t prove it to my band and move them?
if we do send chills down your spine
why ain’t you at our show forming a crowded line?
if i’m out of my mind, i might be exiting slow
will i ever find a way back in it?
who the h+ll knows?
where we gonna be in a couple of years?
stuck in this city still struggling here?
hustle the career by leaving the south?
stay stuck on fear, or find a reason to bounce?
and when we speak to the crowd do they first get it?
should i beat in their head with some work ethic?
do we deserve credit, or just settle for no?
is it even worth the headache?
who the h+ll knows?

[chorus]

we’re spinning on a ball of mystery now
all these questions to attend to but how?
ring out loud and echo in my skull
bleed in my heart then out of my soul…
how, when, where, why, what, who?
five w’s up in the blue, f+cking with you, troubling crews
and what do you do when there’s nothing to use but, clues?

- aboriginal miami lyrics

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