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mc paradoxx - english breakfast lyrics

yeah
woke up still feeling sh+tty from night before
psyche poor, legs are sore
no stretch to say the messages i sent were raw (ugh)
i’m not appealing anymore
was i ever? you remember? head is hazy
pop a pill, soon be feeling better (ah)
been living reluctantly
accompanied by substance in abundance til it’s stuck with me
i tape all my charades and put them up for all the world to see
desperate for some company (h+llo, h+llo)
but companies don’t want to see or know there’s something up with me (uh oh)
every day is a chore
thinking about flipping a pack if i’m bored
i’ll rap and go tour, keeping it local
laser precision, i bet these foke’ll
go loco for a bag of coco
hold the camera, don’t want no photos
shooting up when your angles are bad
can’t pose with a gun when appearance a shambles, mad (it’s mad)
now hungry for breakfast but can’t get invested
my body’s a wreck yet i still like to wreck it (f+ck it up)
i reckon, i get it
this game is like chess but you never will check it
confess it, you’re reckless
smiles all around me as far as the eye can see
til a fight breaks out, get my lights knocked out
doesn’t seem like a bright idea to me
but the folks that i hold so dear to me are barely here for me
can you hear me g? (h+llo)
can you see me g? (h+llo)
write a beat to my life, take a piece of me
til i’m lying in the streets, need a ecg
went down too easily, now i own my bricks
no lease for me, believe me, see
the days are crazy like a fever dream
and i’m proud to be a lot wiser than back in the day when i took jabs at you like pfizer
all i did was bite, incisor
think i had a magic touch, midas
act like a pr+ck, it was just a stage
so i tightened my grip, put pen to page
thought if i saved others it would save myself
i was born with sin, st. augustine
get judged by a priest, they’re not so clean
rinse your mouth out, grab another listerine
til you bow down, a little decency
time to bow out if you want to keep it clean
but i lost inspiration, so forgive me for sounding basic
stuck in stasis, only express what’s on my mind, on occasion
here’s some tracings, i sketch out like i’ve seen a ghost
paper white, quite a fright, copy paste
how many brain dead in this place?
and how much talent has gone to waste?
how many frowns upon my face?
and how many pen strokes on the page?
words, scribbles, lines, erased
how much talent has gone to waste?
how many frowns upon my face?
and how many pen strokes on the page?
words, scribbles, lines
erased

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