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d bells, soup beats - 2am in bogart hall lyrics

not a city boy, don’t hit me boy, it’s not too hard to see i’m different boy, you see we ain’t the same
i ain’t typical, physical smaller, little bit taller than predecessors, i’m telling you
boy, we ain’t the same
grew up with cole and kenny, a generation ahead of me, letting me take the best of them
into me while i add my pain
again and again
again and again
again and again

not a trace of authenticity, is this what they wanted?
i’m livid, i’m living a hundred
seeing visions of ghosts i’ve been hunting, is this what i wanted?
what is to gain?
bars for my bars is raising, everyone listen first timе, honestly that’s my worst, i’m wishing
i could get rid of my shame
if i shout it with my chеst i know the past will go, i’m not
attached to those who want to hate me but i’m stuck with the blame
again and again
again and again
again and again
again and again

busy busy, all my braggadocio been sticking with me, wish i had the ego i portray, now
i’m living with envy
whipped in a frenzy, gotta smile and laugh but the compliments empty
stocking my shelves with the baggage they can’t see, dragging my bare feet
artistry’s something i thought that i had, reinforced by all my past, his beats were bored, it’s all my bad
when can i alter my plans, it’s hard enough for me to change
again and again
again and again
again and again
again and again
again and again
again and again
tell you grow up in your own time, then they water you straight through the roof
i tried to tie me down with formal bullsh+t that i didn’t suit
they get so d+mn pressed when you say you gon’ go a different route
again and again, i hear them shouting at me not to do so
stop monotonous raccous sh+t, all packed in these cracks in these walls, funneled but we stacking it tall
we trying to escape, i ain’t face it all but i’m what remains
cause we all hit these forks in the road but i found a new plate, i’m different
i never get complacent, placing comp beside me dangerous
all these calls from people i don’t give a sh+t about, i’m wasted
false responsibility, i respond feeling silly me
that’s the good in me trying to appease cause they want roof for me
that’s enough of proof for me
support is really not my weak side
at least i’m pursuing sh+t i want to in my free time
i seek mine but weak minds been telling me i’ve been wrong
so i just peddle on ideals until they leave me, i’ve been gone

- d bells soup beats lyrics

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