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khary - self centered/twenty-3 lyrics

[self centered]

[intro]
i am not here to make you understand
i, i, i, i
i am not here to make you understand

[verse 1]
life is as heavy as the luggage that you carry on, it’s a really short trip
do you really need the vanity and hate inside your carry on? pressure from society’s a b-tch
this not a shot of jäger but a player feeling very gone, practicing sobriety’s a b-tch
kim possible i could die in a sitch, time is irrelative
this money ain’t real
and these people ain’t either
fall in love just to find a way to leave you
broke your heart, broke your heart am i evil?
i did not leave a hole big enough for me to see through
myself, myself is insecure yes i am, kim chi to me you taste better rotten
the mind can be a home for the lost and forgotten, end up trading oxygen for some oxycontin

[bridge]
do i love myself?
do i love you? do i love you?
do i hate myself?
isn’t this true? isn’t this true?
lucky me i’m a winner
heard you could only find yourself at the center, got a new girl just to f-ck me for the winter
my heart’s colder than i remember
what
what

[verse 2]
am i myself? how do i know?
do i need to be hugh hef by grotto
do i need to find false hope in a lotto ticket
doing anything for these model b-tches
my mixtape’s sounding like apollo missions
i just know they sleeping on they hollow tippin’
is it you or i that determines my existence
ball isn’t life when you got no pivot
i just wanna ball like the 89′ pistons
make a mockery in my moccasins visvims
friends that changed i just couldn’t grow with em
they don’t get em
what do i care about, well it’s hard to say my n-ggas smoked more trees than all my days
and me and mike in the studio every night
til these fans show for the matinée
be humble? nah f-ck that
don’t talk drive to a n-gga with a bus p-ss
i’m self-centered you inline with my n-ts-ck
need you to get up off my d-ck and my nuts back
you drivin’ slow when you should’ve just sped off
kings don’t get haircuts they get they heads off
illuminate, we don’t be late to the stew
if you really hot make the sun revolve around you
do i? do i? love myself?
do i? do i? love myself?
do i? do i? love myself?

[twenty-3]

[intro]
yeah, yeah
its been a while since last time
you and i

[verse 1]
yeah
oh sh-t i guess these n-ggas f-ckin with me now
chris rock must buy your clothes you actin funny style
never set vowels, but my vowels are lookin well in doubt
so no more a o u’s need my money now
aloe vera n-ggas, stay on my sl!ck sh-t
leave a rapper blurred like pixels off in the distance
while y’all tryna ball i’m the company making benches
we ain’t all lost stars may your ignorance be my riches
f-ck doctor doolittle, i ain’t really talkin’ to b-tches
wasting my time, mine’s worth yours but with some interest
why you gonna hit me up today? if you gonna hit me up inflate so don’t f-cking hit me up unless it’s p-ssy on a plate
straight up, they missin’ shots that i laid up
mr. black got the instrumental leave it beats by dre’d up
and i stayed up on some nights that i should’ve slept but it’s been a long time since time was something i kept

[verse 2]
and go
an old friend just told me i’m self-centered but when you do you feel so long
it’s obvious that you’re self-centered
sorry that you’re perfect i’ll holla just let myself finish
conscious is a prison
apologies are so self-centered
if this is what i go home to them why even visit? i ain’t even got a home to go to. but i’m in my hometown so really what does home do? it just feels more like a town that i just don’t belong to
when you do it on your own man no one owns you
so, in conclusion, is he jealous or is that what thrones do?
but i ain’t sh-t yet i’m still digesting my food
i don’t trust good days in case it’s karma confused
i’m paranoid hitting behind by a pair of joys
momma don’t hit me with that i’m parent ploy i’m growing up
we die as we dream alone so i know what’s up
b-tches want gold i gave her bronze like minoan sl-ts

[refrain]
it’s been awhile since last time

[verse 3]
tidal graves y’all die in that fetal phase until a new empire’s in dire need of some slaves
not afraid of the dark just broken lights in the cave
mindless until we all limeless in the stage like tequila shots
you salty as f-ck n-gga i’m hungry and you was the first chicken to cluck n-gga
you soft you could sleep with the daises you pluck n-gga
not hard i’m just plotting genocide don’t f-ck n-ggas
got the oh so i count my money with an abacus
i just wanna tour get built like a platypus, gladius sworn got the head of a catalyst
it’s been a long while since i first ever imagined this
still rapping like i got nothing to do
last time i talked to god i fell asleep in the pew
i still don’t f-ck with my dad so that’s been a while too
doing me to save time got the mind of doctor who

[outro]
lucky me, lucky me i’m a winner
heard you could only find yourself at the center
got a new girl just to f-ck me for the winter
my hearts colder than i remember

- khary lyrics

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