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howe - dark room lyrics

[chorus]
this room kind of dark but my mind bright
taking deep breaths just to try and get my mind right
haters always tell you what you should’ve done in hindsight
yeah you wanna make it but you never want to grind right?
let me guess you just waiting until the time right?
you can only press play you know you can’t rewind right?
i can tell that deep down you only want the limelight
take a walk with me and i can show you what my mind like

[verse 1]
demons on my -ss yeah these demons on -ss
every time i get a break it never really seems to last
everybody rapping but most of you are seeming trash
i don’t understand why you even feel the need to rap
you over saturating the game
you make a bunch of sh-tty music and it all sounds the same
it makes it harder for the artists who are good to get plays
’cause the listeners are sifting thru this sh-t all day
and all they ever see is all these f-cking links on a page
they click one and it sucks
the click another it sucks
they click another it sucks
they click another it sucks
then guess what? they give up
now they -ssume that all of us are wack
’cause it’s so easy for anyone to go record a track
convert something from youtube and put it on your mac
and record over that i’m sure the sh-t’ll be phat
fat with a ph i’m trying to take it back
to when people actually talked and really interacted with each other
before all of this clutter
i’m trying to raise my ph until my whole body is intact

[verse 2]
my thoughts are like weather in the midwest
today is good but you don’t know what you could get next
i wake up i take a shower and i get dressed
and then i ask the universe if i can get next
yes boy, yes boy you’re blessed boy
you better tell the whole world that you’re the best boy
you better make sure that you say it with your chest boy
life’s a game you better learn the d-mn chess board
you got everything so what the f-ck you stressed for?
and what the f-ck you get yourself in this mess for?
you know the strongest ones’ll always get test more
you know the one that work the hardest get the best score
i can see you tired you should probably rest more
and when you get sore you should probably stretch more
while everybody dying this what you were left for
what you fear death for, its really just the next door

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