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cheffamc - spinning plates lyrics

take a look inside my head it’s a mess innit
i try to sleep but i can never get to bed with it
never makin friends with it
it’s always mocking me and stopping me from making any little shred of sense with it

agh not again this is never what i had intended
every time i look around me i see red reflectin
guess it’s what i’m manifestin
getting sick of it cos every time i’m sitting by myself i’m getting very restless

always needing a distraction talk a lot of talk but never taking any action imagine
if everything that i was rapping
helped me out a bit and i didn’t just wanna scr+p it

that’d be pretty great but every time that i try and write i nearly break
i’m sick of spinning plates too many things that get to me i’m living in a maze always making a mistake
so tell me what’s the point of this
what is the peak i’m sick of climbing mountains to have blisters on my feet
racing all my demons just so i can feel defeat
and then sitting at the top only to see i’m still in deep

i meditate cos i need something to take me higher a great escape when i need something to break free
why do i wait till i’m skitting my brain seize tired of the way that i’m seeing the same scenes

grindin
steady smooth sailing
i won’t ever slip
never hitting loose railing
never lose patience
i’m the proof that you’re awaiting
i’m the dude in the booth
with the crew goin crazy
we’re clueless, young dumb and stupid
drunk in the club
punching on cause a nuisance
taunted abused if your talking the truth
got a warped sorta view better sort me a new one
i’ve been dreaming of a better life
but never mind
she’s sending me a text apologizing
imma let it slide
i swear to god it’s better if i tell her lies
she wouldn’t like me if i didn’t let’s set aside
these people rapping about sh+t that’s so irrelevant
i rap about them
i think that means that i’m a pesimist
i tell them that i get it when i don’t
feel like i got the devils hand around my throat imma choke
i put water in my pipe, not ice
i got line after line like my last wasn’t quite true
no white in my eyes think i left it in a glass tube
i got all the bars, you don’t rhyme but you got bars too
you know what i mean
dinner plates i’m on a beam
got em spinning like a record featuring billy and geater
but i’m just warming up like heaters
say i’m married to the game while i’m wearing a wife beater
i’m so distant, alcohol in my system, wish i could grab the keys to my car and just go out drifting, crash the whip in an instant and crush myself on collision, i spit these bars with precision while manifesting my vision uh

i got their minds blown, writing lyrics in my iphone until my eyes close i’m tryna find flows, it feels like times slow, but what do i know, i’ve taken so many drugs it feels like my minds broke

like i’m a psycho, sometimes i flip my sh+t, sometimes i’m so broke i wanna go out and flip a brick, sometimes i act like a pr+ck when i’m sitting sipping p+ss but i don’t give a f+ck what you think, i think it’s ridiculous

i’m k!lling it, i know you motherf+ckers feeling it, geater in the building and it’s getting kinda real in it, i catch a vibe and then i’m reeling it, if that slipped ya mind, then let me simplify, that’s a fishing line, are hearing this?

have you ever heard a north west lyricist ill as this, alpaca cone then i’ll spit a bit, savage animal eating mushies out of the field i picked them, id speak to god but i always feel like he never listens

and i’m just getting started, i’m sick of seeing these whacker artists who act r+t+rded, sound like simple jack when your rapping you need to practice harder, this ain’t tropic thunder but i’m the lightning that striking you like a match when i’ve lost my lighter

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