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frank victor - lose yourself lyrics

look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity
to eat every sh-t you ever seen. in one moment
would you capture it, or just let it slip?
yo

his palms are sweaty, knees weak, jars are empty
he wanna eat all the sh-t already, mom’s not lettin’
he’s hurt but, but on the surface he sees dungs so maybe he gon’ nosh
but his t–th are not getting any close down
this olè clown goes all out
he opens his mouth, and he’s tryna tow it wow
he’s smoking cloud, everybody’s showing doubt
his mom punch down, dont eat sh-t, ”no mom ouch”!
snap back to the alley he, flowed em rap in sick
mode, frank boasts angrily nope
he’s so mad, he sounds like bean on that video
he won’t have it, he knows his whole raps fruity jokes
he just can’t f-ckin cope
he knows that but he spoke
he’s bro’s pregnant, he knows
when he goes back to his closet home, that’s when it’s
back to be dad again, yo
his whole agony
he better go eat all the sh-t and hope his mom don’t catch him

[hook:]
you better bruise yourself and by using the broken
new shovel, you better never let it go (go)
you only get one shot, do not hit your -n-s yo
this opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo)
(you better)

the roles are changing, screw this fool that directing
these awkward rhymes are just playing
make me b-tch, as he push mo’ harder new world order
my normal life is whoring, shad throws my worlds close to post mortem
he loans me cloths brother, homie so awesome
he solely all over. my hoes is all on him
goat to goat told, im known as the most bummer
holy ghost, i call the pos
they grown partner from home, i go stronger
we go home and they are to blow they cloths after
but hold your nose ’cause here goes the cold water
my booes don’t want me no more, im o bond uh
they moved on to the next goat who notes
eats oats, coal and grows nada
so my dope opponent is told and unfolds
i suppose it’s old partner but the sh-t condom is torn
da da dum da dum da da da da

[hook]

no more l, i’m a change for what you call shame
eat this motherf-cking gule dawg, food or grain
im just failing on everything, who to blame
i have two dogs and three mouse and a screwed up name
but i kept rhyming and deprived and claimed im the
f-gget cry baby somebody please check diaper
all sh-t stain inside amplified by the
fact that i sh-t on my pants while its 9 to 5
am i can’t provide the right type of rhyme for my battle
cause man, these godd-mn food stamps don’t buy rhymers
and i ain’t no playa, there’s no scripture writer, this is my life
and these times are so hard, and it’s getting even harder
trying to read and drop my sh-t, plus
sh-t i gotta caught up between being a mother and a primadonna
baby mama drama’s screaming on her
too much for me to wanna
stay in one thread, another day of monotony’s rotten me
to the point, i’m like a snail
i’ve got to walk a lot or i end up in jungle shot
‘suck less’ is my only motherf-cking target, making sense’s not
bond, i love you, but this jungle got to go
i cannot grow old as a golem what
so here i go it’s my shot
script, fail me, shot
this may be the only sh-t that i got

[hook]

you can do anything you set your mind to, man

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