granyte – notebooks lyrics
spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
no shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
i’ve known crooks, had my hope shook/
but i’m still screaming f-ck the world like i’m supposed to/ x2
spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
mou tanoshimi ga nai, i had hoped to/
take over this game, bringing back the old school/
but this depression got me asking the f-ck am i supposed to do/
i hate it demo mada rappa ni naritai/
i can’t step back, i just f-cking love rocking mics/
suicide or success, kono ending ga wakaranai/
and this great divide ha chou bakudai/
if i fall in, can i climb out/
are riches and b-tches all life’s about/
if i can just get some success, then i’ll die proud/
do i even wanna be normal, if so christ how/
my mind racing embracing these pages/
my aim is to be extraordinary, done with time wasting/
upscaling my pride, if i die i’ll die saying/
f-ck this industry, on my own terms, i’ll make it/
spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
no shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
i’ve known crooks, had my hope shook/
but i’m still screaming f-ck the world like i’m supposed to/ x2
let me remind you i’m the anti-paradigm/
when words and rhymes combine, i visualize/
a new era of phrases that incite/
a well time revival, refining the idols/
hype you up like strychnine, there ain’t no stopping me/
subconsciously auditing all the thoughts of sn0bbery/
building this animosity preks up this monstrocity/
inside my mind, fangs enlarge with this ferocity/
and i just wanna rip someone apart and watch them bleed/
sharpen my tongue and cut them to pieces with this techinque/
f-ck all who impede me, ore ha saikou ainiku/
kono kotoba ha ganchiku no aru/
so you can call me a nerd, and say i can’t rap/
blast back with an attack that knocks you flat/
on your -ss so fast, won’t have time to take off the mask/
and show you my face, until your vision turns black/
spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
no shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
i’ve known crooks, had my hope shook/
but i’m still screaming f-ck the world like i’m supposed to/ x2
so we’ve established i’m a sucidal diciple/
gun to my head, hand on a bible/
just praying for a savior to take away this h0m-cidal/
rage, caged in my mind, straightjackets and asylums/
i’m losing my faith, and my sanity daily/
feels like i’m just another p-wn in this grand scheme/
demanding that i give more, as my days sneak/
closer to the end of my line, am i going crazy/
just maybe, i can make it to the end of this game/
and obtain my fame without becoming ashamed/
of who i am inside, and stop the complaining/
but i really don’t think that this music can sustain me/
tired of the stress, and this gun can take it away/
done wasting sp-ce, it’s in my nature to way/
the pros and the cons it’s a dangerous game/
the lord may have giveth life, but i can taketh away/
spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
no shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
i’ve known crooks, had my hope shook/
but i’m still screaming f-ck the world like i’m supposed to/ x2
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