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kavity - a crack story lyrics

[verse 1]
he mightn’t know what it’s like
to have new clothes or an iphone in his pocket
find notes in his wallet
he finally knows what he’s gotten
rightfully so, he’s confident
if he’s totally honest
that he’s been overly modest
respecting his peers
with no affection appearing from their end of the spectrum
only left to be hearing the relentless abuse
thrown his neck in the noose
because he’s preparеd to be proving that he’s bettеr than poo
because they call him “piece of sh+t, come eat my d+ck”
you little “weakling b+tch, you stink like p+ss”
he’s getting aggravated
but he wraps it inside
it puts a flame in his gut
making him have the desire
to place in a higher position
he mightn’t be with it in a tight+knit way
but he is quite articulate
the way that he phrases words, and makes ’em work
he creates the basic urge, to make a burst
a modern day poet
upon the rot and the wrong in this world
caught in a whirlwind with nothing but hurt
him mom and dad addicted to ice, he’s sick of his mind
he’s guttered that, he’s picked to be given this life
a prisoner why, does he feel gifted inside?
he’s f+cked without ’em, exisiting as a
b+tch in his mind. quick to decide
whether or not, to conform
with non+supportive parents so bad, they clot the warmth
suffers with the past; traumatic
he’s passed the fact, that it doesn’t matter
when parcelling bars that damage
if asked to rap, then something becomes apparent
an artist born, before in the morgue a platter
but can’t fathom it
picks up the pen and writes
addressed his grind
with f+cking hectic lines
expressed his mind
a sudden breath of life
fresh air combined
with struggling getting by
[chorus]
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
if he regret his life, then he mightn’t do it
but if he set his sight to it, he would bite the bullet
sick of second guessing, time to prove
that he’s better than anyone telling him he’ll die a ruin
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na

[verse 2]
he’s here to f+ck sh+t up and
it’s clear as the glass, on the nightstand
full of gin just to give him something
this kid is huffing and puffing cigarettes like it’s p+ssy
triggered fully to finger b+tches and k!ll his bullies
he’s sick as a motherf+cker
and keeps busting ass to produce
sucking up cartons of booze
to regard his abuse as a propeller
he’s living in h+ll, and the devil’s telling him
to put a boot through his relatives
while they are fast asleep
it makes him hard when he thinks of the revenge and the wreckage
that he’d eventually need
headed for demonic possession, the oddest obsession
to throttle the neck of a c+nt until there’s blood in the bedding
the moment he took a knife, and approached ’em in the night
he woke to realize, he was going to sh+t his life
so he packed his bags. ran out and knew he was done
poured the liquor out. one hour spewing his guts
he found a looted house, mattress out on the floor
wrote a bunch of cr+p about it, and went out to the stores
soon, found by future managers, his talent was raw
the dude allowed to track his album, he was proud to perform
a round of applause. he bowed, and now he’s bound to the boards
a balcony, storeys around him. he’s surrounded by wh0res
a crowd that adores him in awe of how he grounded a storm
without it, he would talk in doubt because the damage is core
whenever the mic’s on, he’s right beside it
to yella his whole audience, while he’s whiling
the belly of totally drunk and violent
they ready their hopes on this love asylum
high+top nikes on. fought, for golden lights on
has all the fame. name being called for nightly
a bolt of lightning is all he can fault for striking
the lottery life, back when he would roll the dice quick
[chorus]
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
if he regret his life, then he mightn’t do it
but if he set his sight to it, he would bite the bullet
sick of second guessing, time to prove
that he’s better than anyone telling him he’ll die a ruin
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na
na+na+na+na

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