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cronustherapper - vent mode lyrics

[verse}
they say you should never judge a book by its cover
but i’ve been getting judged since i came out of my mother
you could say that i was born to suffer
you could say that i was born to recover
i wasn’t born to win i wasn’t born with silver skin
my home was a constant h+ll that i was living in
and then at school getting picked on cuz i’m different
look
i hope it’s kinda evident i’m heaven sent
i represent a master class where poets are getting paid to vent
getting sick of that wack ass presidеnt
all his fans still on his jock strap like a supplement
i’m gonna rock this microphonе until the lights go out
and i hear my mom screaming get your ass home (now)
where did i leave my pen i can’t find it
maybe it’s in my back like the knife you tried to hide it
ride or die what a load of bullsh+t
am i free maybe but only what you permit
am i guilty what did i commit
now your pressing me until i submit
now i’m stressing off the deep end
and i can feel anxiety creep in
like thom i’m just creeping
sometimes i feel depression seep in
i feel my nightmares even when i’m not sleeping
i’m beyond my peers you can see me leaping
and i’m beyond my time so they call thyme seeking
i’ve beat death now i’m the one reaping
i’m twenty one can’t believe i’m still alive
even though i’ve attempted so many f+ckin times
but death be scared of me so he let me be
if i cut out my eyes would it help you see that imaginary divinity
it’s kinda clear to me that currently
there ain’t no one as i’ll as me, are you listening
now pay attention while i’m still talking sane
i act like the joker so don’t call me bruce wayne
everyday we just try to muddle on through the pain
i’m tryin to survive like almost everyday
but that don’t work bro it’s kinda sad honestly
it’s like alcohol you can’t drink and drive responsibly
your like it’s safe i won’t crash probably
you flew too close to the sun ironically
but it must’ve been the august heat
i’m sorry all know is the gutter and the poverty
i’m sorry all i know is street tacos with a side a beef
i play the game but you know that i play for keeps
how is sixnine a g when he couldn’t even rep the street
you will only know victory after you suffer defeat
there’s lots at the table don’t act like you can’t eat
now i’m just chillin cuz i just destroyed this f+ckin beat

- cronustherapper lyrics

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