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gray lamb - 100 lyrics

ok now vibe for a minute with that feel good flow
i been scheming since i came up out that embryo
i seen my brothers getting stuck up in that undertow
focused on the green, i don’t mean pistachio
that braggadocio has got its place up in the game
but the way that i been feelin ain’t the same, ain’t nothin changed
i rearranged these lines a few times just to tell you clearly what’s been on mind
been tryina find my lane but i’m feelin like i’m takin up sp-ce
they be like nah, no one feelin this way, celebrate my birthday the other day
stepping closer to the grave i ain’t saying none of this in front my family, they had me
in church since the first grade but i’ve lost faith and
i don’t know why i’m feelin this way, all i can say is i ain’t f-ckn with that radio flow
and i ain’t f-ckin with these school days anymore, cubicle glow
a red blaze in my brain and i’m swerving in between lanes
tryna find my place on the pave, keep the pace on the up
but i’m stuck in my membrane rut, i can feel it in my gut
twisted up cause n-body really give a f-ck about the vision in the beginning
look at the pigment, f-ck if anyone listened yeah, uh
sour cream drippin from the flow from the kitchen up in the fridge
and i been frigid from the goddam day one, motherf-cker

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i can feel it takin hold, suffocatin my throat
these basic b-tches bend like plastic
all these people tryna hold the mold
keepin the boats of gold afloat
shovel coal and breathe the smoke that
choke the sea beneath the surface
where’s the f-ckin purpose?
yeah i urned like post-mortem tossin b-tches down to mordor
and there’s more to what i’m livin for than 9 to 5 boredom, yeah
we blowin up like an extremist my thesis increases daily in these masterpieces
i got that p-ssion like jesus you b-tches better believe this
you never seen this done like i’m doin sweeter than that diabeetus
with the schemin i leave em without an achievement and all these haters holdin on
something like an adhesive (uh)
yeah you don’t know nothing, f-ck all of the discussion
i’m getting bigger than xxl i keep interrupting the conversation
no patience, for surface level combinations
of all the sh-t that the radio playin, david what you sayin i thought
hold up
lemme drop this
i would never lock myself in an office
everybody wanna act like imma novice
till i get up on the microphone and really c-ck this back
yeah
can’t n-body rap like that
i’m carrying my life inside of a backpack with a laptop
and a beatpad put it in the back of the van like baghdad
cause i bag that, ooo
this a different view
they sweatin worried all bout the coup
but this is overdue
and they ain’t really comin through
tellin me i ain’t about it
a hundred years to the dirt motherf-cker ain’t you countin?

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