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medat music - omyaykon lyrics

she didn’t go, right?
nah, she left, what, who ?
i don’t know, get of my sight
wait, you owe me an explanation
it’s not a prohibiton, i’m out of mission
and i don’t owe you sh+t, so, once again, get of my sight
unless you looking for a fraction
y’all people and fashion , all you know is faction
oh we want some action, listen
maybe i have no emotion
i see y’all move in slow motion
when im moving in porsche motion
maybe i’m living in the dark
still i need no torch portion
just leave me alone
go make your nails, at the salon
it’s getting late
ask your dad if he can give you a ride
home, oh my phone, died, i wanna cry
shut up a b+tch, i died years ago
and lm sure n0body cried, not еven me
i’m still working tho, i’m making songs
but you can’t use mе like your phone
i have no battery, no electricity
i mean not love neither hate can solve my complexity, facility, the sunk cost fallacy, no reward at the end
only loose end and free jealousy
hey, how are you doing?
like you f+cking care, how am i doing
i’m chewing, what? i don’t know
it’s snowing, out there, without me knowing
i’m listening to akon
and my heart’s freezing like the russian omyaykon
how am i doing?
i’m great actually, factually
i smile eventually
usually, i act respectfully
sometimes irresponsibly, but n0bly
when i feel there’s no choklate in my belly
i might do it wrong, but still get it right
what’s wrong anyway? and what’s right?
even at night, you can always see the moonlight
it doesn’t bite trust me
when sometimes the hypocrite sun might
i’ll drop the mic
i’ll buy me a flight, you know
leave this place out of sight
before i get my hands tight
i’m thinking malibu, santa fe
or just far away. cast away
get my self a job in the mail room like, jimmy hustle
grow some muscles
and then working out the pieces of my puzzle
hope it will make sense finally
there will be missing pieces surely
you can’t get em back, eventually
why seizing perfection
when u good with a phrase that starts with lack
wack, when u can’t go further, take a snack pack
a lap hack, or a fat mac
a lab rat with a fan mask, a snap back
the average person now
is he who believes the earth’s flat
everybody feel like they different
like they got something special
initial thought, turned out commercial
they say i’m rapping like marshal mathers
he made me rap, matter of fact, i don’t wanna be a rapper
for, that’s not, how, it matters
but those eventually my manners
like it or not, i dont give a f+ck
you must be out mind, pour some bulsh+t and what not
once again i don’t give f+ck
don’t pardon my french, cuz i don’t give a.. y’all know the rest

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