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dylan andre - another level lyrics

i started out as a loser
rubbing my aa’s so i could use em
music was helping me deal with the fear
with my eyes on the ground and my hands on my ears
beats i create em and k!ll em
praying that mantis will prey on the villains
gargantuan flow back to step on your toe
got you feeling and artist that n-body knows
but you gone know me now tho
growing up poor boo hoo i don’t mind that
fought through the pain in my head got my mind back
think i’m crying bout it? nah, look at what i have now
star quarterback of 2010’s pumping gas now
i’m up on another level
on the upswing even though i’m digging with the shovel
digging all the graves throwing all the beats i made down
mama always said i brought you in the world and i can see your way out
get up on your own two
don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do
keep your eyes on the prize like you’re supposed to
pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own you
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own you
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own
you lay in bed and you think
yourself in a circle you’re starting to sink
dealing with words that all come from the people
keep hearing no seeing no speaking no evil
dreams they come and they go
keep rapping until they be knowing the flow
hunched in the corner, white jacket, the coroner keeps tapping my shoulder, got nowhere to go
line out the door tryna get inside the more i let em in the less sp-ce i have to sit and cry more
about the pain and the struggle but i’m empty in the eyes
get the f-ck up out my head if you’re talking bout lies
put the rope around my neck and try to cut ties
feet have been above your head since all of them wide eyed
20 mill watched the talent on tv in prime time
but i’m p-ssed that, never not been a cl-ss act
i’ma snap back to the old dylan with the backpack
try to hold me down but a man is abstract
h-ll on wheels homie you can call me amtrak
i mistake applause for somebody tryna clap back
i don’t even know what i just said
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own you
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own
i fell asleep at the wheel
ended up almost becoming a meal
but the drive and the p-ssion kept me going, smashing up ceilings above me right under their heels
i got the scars to remind
anyone who thinks i’m not out my mind your own business don’t tell me how i should do mine
my employees are vorhees, the devil, and rhyme
i don’t got time to be paying no mind to the kind of abuse going on in my mind
i just make time for the rhythm and rhyme give em back what they’ve given me time after time
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own you
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own you
get up on your own two don’t ever let em tell you what you gone do (all day)
get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don’t let it own

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