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miame - 32 bar mark lyrics

yah, one take
guess i’m back in the booth, tryna spit
some of the truth, i’ve been feeling lately
my pen is scr-ping, on every inch of paper
so i let it slip, and it drives me crazy
cause i sit for hours days and i can’t say the
amount of effort i put in a song
but i can’t hit the 32 bar mark like darn!!

and it haunts me, that the king has fallen
mark the omen, y’all think it’s fine
like this sh-t happens after all we’re all men!

so i grab the mic harder, i ain’t about to follow into the coffin
even though i’m sick, i’ma grab my b-lls when the time comes
y’all can eat a d-ck, and the truth be told i bend words
like i spit in italic
but sometimes these verses empty and songs bounce
like a whip from the 70’s
more like a b-tch on a heartbreak remedy
i ain’t impressed, i’m the king of the desk
or this town
i own a crown, where you right your sh-t down!
i’m always there and i feel you stare
at all these cases when i raised the bar
got it lookin like pac when he was airlifted
this sh-t is dark, and i can’t explain it
but it’s the outcome ain’t it? of what you made me go through!

like a virgin’s -n-s, this sh-t was tight
y’all can’t deny, i’ve seen the worst!
like drake’s behavior, down for the count
guess i need a savior, but let me savor
all the pain in one song
so i don’t sing again
channel my rage in one time y’all won’t hear me rant
like iran, i’ma just act up
shake the world leaders even though i’m cuffed
but they know it ain’t my hands
it’s that i-ran those words through my lips
shake the heavens to the ground from what i spit
y’all know it’s the truth like a gospel
so god did, blow a life in to me
and if god is by my side, then who can screw me?
non of y’all
that’s what you don’t get
sticks and stones, y’all ain’t worth a cent
i create these verses, cursive curses
guess they look better than what you thought in person
so don’t make it personal
you can lose a tooth in there
and let the worlds watch
that your clock is ticking
and your lungs have thickened
they know that your finished!

so farewell i bid you
this music was all i did, and it’s all i give you
but don’t be surprised if i’m reincarnated
come back ten times harder, like my death i faked it
cause sometimes you get the urge when you lose it
alarms when you spit? in my mind i snooze it
it ain’t time yet for me to awaken
my sh-t is raw, y’all busy baking
dried pen guts more than the sins of satin
your time is up, call it a cena statement
obscene cravings like a menstrual aching
mind’s been blocked, like the streets of fairhaven

needless to plead
he’s in control
in my head
it’s and endless war!

- miame lyrics

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