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garrett zoukis – vent lyrics

[verse 1] :
my success given reason to hate
been writing poetry since the day i was 8
some call it luck, some call it fate
but proving critics wrong man that feeling is great
and f-ck a stereotype i’m setting it straight
it started out as a dream and now my name holding weight
i stay on my grind, like i’m learning to skate
mrs.fire with faith when i wanna create, d-mn
really thinking it through
she hate when i train mushy the reason i do
take a look in the mirror and see the demon its you
call a nurse man i’m sicker than the season of flew, true
d-mn, who would have known
let’s see the day that my father’s not allowed in my home
yeah we talk twice a week about that sh-t through phone
so i talk to this mic when i’m feeling alone, d-mn
let me vent like a hole in the wall
yeah the chance that i blow man i know that it’s small
but i’m shaking up the game the erosion i cause
k!llin’ beats no remorse or emotion at all, this
for the people whose dreams got throwed down
blueprint of their life and they live in like clothes now
k!ll the lights cuz’ i’m in my zone now
puffing for a sh-t we can’t get [???] now

[chorus]

[verse 2] :
sitting on the rooftops staring at the stars
here in beat the songs that are playing at a cause
thinking, to myself that it could be my voice
using means something and that sh-t’s just noise, man
it don’t make sense
most rappers are real still don’t make sense
this game is double essay
that sh-t -ss-backwards
these hip-hop charts are full of sh-t -ss rappers, i know
my words don’t mean nothing
in that meaningless sh-t is what you’ll just keep pumping, but
it had to be said
these people shutting down like the battery dead, they were
taught in opinion now they faking his death
it’s like the elevator broken cuz’ i’m taking the stairs, from
more f-ckers who claim i’m too young as the
prequel my story hasn’t begun yet
play the beat let my soul flee
so high make your nose bleed
more rappers, that’s who we don’t need, yeah
they love to tell me what i won’t be
i prove them wrong with every word that i write down
took me a year and a half to find the right sound
i spit heat yeah the mic stays sparking
i ball a little different from my dead sheet marking
she attend if she roll around with my team
i see the bigger picture from little widescreen
f-ck skin k!ller cuz’ i’m coming with the same sound
wide a black they bury you in the same ground
learn to play the game cuz’ it’s scary on the bench, yeah
lyrics deeper than the mariana trench i swear
ya’ll going through the motions
not even seventeen and people question what mode is, what’s up?
cash couldn’t mean less to me
it sounds corny but i’m just chasing my destiny, yeah
in my time when i spent
and i had to let it out man i had to just [???]

- garrett zoukis lyrics

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