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lil bowen - 9373 lyrics

i’ve grown so tired of all this sh+t
i lost the will to fight alone
i’ll throw myself into this pit
what you call h+ll i’ll call my home
i feel so wrong telling you this
but then again i’ve lost control
i wander where my mind pretends
and i still have no f+cking soul

i just wanna say i’m sorry for the sh+t that i started
i’m bizarre and nostalgic
i just f+ckin’ tear beats apart when i fall
i walk or stumble, royal rumble in the concert
trippin’ over your speakers my numb mind don’t work
my dumb foot don’t hurt
my d+mn fists go berserk
my f+ckin’ face like a zombie
my own eyes backwards
on my ass, in the grass
through the glass, f+ck my past
i’m the last one to leave
but the first one to laugh
when i can take a million dollars f+ckin’ throw it all away
call me stolin never colin all i do is f+ckin’ slay
know i started up the game
they’re all callin’ out my name
f+ck the rich and f+ck your fame
and not one to point the blame but i’m a liar (nope)
i aspire to inspire every motherf+cker who disses me
misses me, then f+cking p+sses me off
you can’t comprehend my lyrics
they’re from another dimension, suspension
where you’ll be in about fifteen seconds

i’ve grown so tired of all this sh+t
i lost the will to fight alone
i’ll throw myself into this pit
what you call h+ll i’ll call my home

so i’ve made some mistakes
it’s my statement to break
everything in my way
do whatever it takes
can i show you the way
how i’m not getting paid
for the grind behind me
no not today
if you wanna catch me
rewind the tape
know i never found a better f+ckin’ way to escape
this time behind me and i’m better for it
i’m k!lling without a k!lling
you can’t ignore it
still can’t afford it i hope it the back
lockin’ eyes with your girl for a matter of fact
sh+t is wack, i’m not black so they criticize
i attack with this flow so they still despise
can i settle good for more than making metal
when i push the petal
swerving at the speed of light
devil outta sight
grab the f+ckin’ mic
i’m psyched, ignite the motherf+ckin’ flame
i’ll burn your house down tonight
i fly past here your pastor’s lying
i rep this sh+t why am i declining
east coast b+tch, i roast critch, get a switch
otsego amigo and i’m sick of this sh+t
tryna test out the west
ever k!ll my sk!ll and prove i’m the best
put the past to rest
if i gotta do it on my own you know i’m going harder than ever
check the weather, i foresee a storm and i know better

i know that everything’s okay
now i have nothing left to say
i feel so wrong telling you this
but then again i’ve lost control
i wander where my mind pretends
and i still have no f+cking soul

(yeah)
or so i’ve been told
they call me (they call me)
9373 (9373)
9373 (9373)
9373

- lil bowen lyrics

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