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fyre - issues lyrics

{sw-nk}
f-ck an [e-trade?], i just want some good weed
f-ck a penthouse, i just want a b-ss
f-ck the world and this land
i’m just try’na get kicked, so kick the bullsh-t the f-ck out my face
we all got issues, and i know i stay blunted
respond to b-tches like we respond to dogs
but f-ck with one and ya prolly f-ck a hundred
i rather waste my time shattering the law
[live in the levant?] is a h-ll for these eyes, man
so while you imagine a land far away
a hammock in [disguise?], [taken ??] stride
and i believe i’m stuck there today
i’ve got no worries, but my emotion’s wild
in the cool place bounded behind bars
picture the sun runnin’ out of style
now picture a bull with the face of a star
maybe a beast or unsecured cowards
just the [light spread?] for our tracks
f-ck the world, i’ll take [?] it’s power
and you can bet i plan on never comin’ back

{stefan burnett}
metronology
you can say what you want, you can do what you please
people try to tell me that what i believe
is nothing but a selfish way to put my mind at ease
but h-ll is a reality for people who can’t see
it’s what they want when in need
of something to stop the pain
use to allow people to [?? shot of brain?]
produce like chronic seeds
in the wildest of plains
let go of the leeches, so now i ride alone
learnin’ from the secrets, [light? blazin’?? dome?]
whether i have a million dollars, but i’d leave it all at home
my eyes are on tomorrow, and my faith is all i own
self-respect cannot be borrowed, [but i’ll?] take it out on loan
blazin’ my trail of fire everywhere i choose to go
freedom is my only desire, death’s something i’ll never know
my sense of reasonin’ inspires me to [?] without control
as i prepare to retire from this world obsessed with gold

{g rider}
ride to the eight, taunting all ya hate
flirtin’ with fate with the tendency to desecrate
accurate my thought process
smoke an herb, grow my sunshine west
blessed and i’m thankful though it doesn’t always show
seems i’m not comfortable unless i’m on the go
redemption and forgiveness, resurrection desperation
corruption, what is this, [discretion’s?] invitation
embracin’ what i can
but i’m still just a man, start to finish
strive until diminished
yeah, you know i’m in this
neatness, sweetness
infected the need for completeness
zoned out, where am i pushin’ myself
trippin’ when i’m dippin’ for more wealth
a man has to work, and work is just a hustle
creativity and will, spill my thoughts and bust slow
drop more plots, shot-off knock
[another?] map [? praps?] in the clock

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