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andy oliveira - dead presidents ii lyrics

they used to tell me dreams are never hard to find
moving forward, don’t know the speed. can’t wait ’til i arrive
time to fly without disguise. tryna climb the highest skies
if i miss the mark i’ll hit the same ground i left behind
look me in the eyes, can you tell if i’m alive
i’ve been at it so long, sleeping on the flight home
working 9 to 5, told myself at least i gotta try
flow designed, lately i just rhyme explosive like a mine
i can feel it coming close, on the other side of this rhyme
need hope, i’m just looking for the place to go and find
it’s crazy, life is like a girl who tells you that she love you
but her eyes say she second guess the message. can’t rely
so i lie awake. pray the lord my soul to take
if the gun don’t. some won’t believe i need the key
so they locked me out
stand on the rock, they tryna box me out
caught me out, gotta evolve, break out the ball, they block me out. knock me down, i’m swinging like i’m pacquiao
you hit or miss, play your position until they swap you out
starting 5 looking tired, coach won’t put me out
all the while, how can god use this child he could do without
using the newest route, being yourself
i swear if i don’t sell, won’t resort to dope sales
secrets that i won’t tell, how to make the flow ill
no sk!ll, i don’t feel what they all about. it’s all about…

i know some things have changed, when will nothing be the same?
will i have a chance to live to say i made my mom proud of the son she made?
will my father love me even i stay? will my homies stick with me through the fame or is it all in vain?
word to cain, i’m more than able’s what i’m saying
but refrain from aimless sinning just to make a way to claim
god makes opportunity, we only make chances
life ain’t always beautiful, i’m waiting on my cue to go
play my role, laying low each night up in the studio
staying at my homies home, sleeping on the coldest floors
made the coldest flow, most will never press record
perfectionist, but only perfection is the lord
thought my president was dead, but he rose again instead
i been tryna make amends as i’m tryna get ahead
ambition’s much smaller than vision. we can’t faulter
man stumbling can’t stall the intentions, i feel noxious, head spinning
they spit nonsense, again, again. pen vomits
need cleansing. broke rappers all need benzes
the game need more of a brain, it needs thinking
women wanting more of the same, i ain’t sinking
each lyric flow through my veins
tryna wipe me out but i’m more than a stain. hey
i’ll never know what was to blame
brought different, turns out they wanted more of the same. it’s ao

- andy oliveira lyrics

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