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fadil ali - imposter syndrome lyrics

[intro: fadil ali]
one chance and it’s blown i done missed it
expect less, i don’t see through the known
i’m too far fiending hard for them wishes
why can’t i just hear through the noise?
man it won’t stop
head first, slam straight into the roadblock
can’t stand need a reason not to feel lost
need time chasing feelings, when i should be hopping out this trance

[verse 1: fadil ali]
i wonder how to take what from me, just to keep on running, need a feel good ending to this plan
i can’t get enough from loving, every day dream stunning, make it hard for me to move up and advance
running to a kingdom coming, with my eyes red hunting, but my mind’s moving quicker than i can
revving like a chainsaw buzzing, man it cut right through me, to my knees now i’m crawling on my hands
grooving to my own drum humming, never had n0body, tеll my thoughts they will never stand a chancе
waiting for some life long buddy, who gone reach out for me, like a gon but i only see aizen
turning to a house locked dummy, who don’t see none funny, gonna break down living in my head
acting like the world don’t want me, while my life run from me, tryna grip hard holding onto sand
nothing don’t feel right to me, in my mind’s all muddy, need to move on push into a land
hold onto some thoughts not bl++dy, try and do some for me, give it up to god quicker than quran, than quran

man it won’t stop
head first, slam straight into the roadblock
can’t stand, need a reason not to feel lost
need time chasing feelings when i should be hopping out this trance
let me get it now
[hook: fadil ali]
my mind, my mind
there ain’t no way for me to stop from thinking
move side to side
maybe i can finally shake this feeling
if i decide
i’ll catch myself and save myself from drifting
then i’d arrive
to finally pull my way up out this prison
(x2)

[verse 2: fadil ali]
please i could use a little sp+ce
none done wrong, i’m just bottled into place
bouncing all around with the little things i hate
wishing i was more over progress yet to make
way it’s raining down i could really use a break
wonder how i got this way in the first place
self+talk never really showed me all the ways
language trained young tell me i will never change
chichi beat me down she ain’t really give a d+mn
four, five rounds oughta put me into place
“why the f+ck i have you round in the first place?”
i don’t say a thing, i know she dealing with her pain
it can take a little or a lot to turn the page
all i know the actions never really go away
hating on myself is all i really think i gained
hope this good damage come to term and don’t waste
it can cut deep like a farm scythe blade
sweep the whole room like a barber’s kid paid
all i wanna know is what it takes for me to break
repeating every habit every minute every day
what’s it like to wake up thinking unafraid?
what’s it like to write down and never wanna hate?
what’s it like to trust in everything i make?
what’s it like to beat down every little face?
search the whole room but the answer in a lake
fleeting with the times so i’m speeding with the haste
pushing every line just to get me feeling sane
try don’t think, but them feelings went away, went to waste
man it don’t stop
head first slam straight into the roadblock
can’t stand need a reason not to feel lost
need time chasing feelings when i should be hopping out this trance
let me get it now

[hook: fadil ali]
my mind, my mind
there ain’t no way for me to stop from thinking
move side to side
maybe i can finally shake this feeling
if i decide
i’ll catch myself and save myself from drifting
then i’d arrive
to finally pull my way up out this prison
(x3)

[adlibs on hook 3: fadil ali]
slide, fast
whip it, back
my, bad
run it, back

- fadil ali lyrics

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