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mimilock - vent-your-guts lyrics

[verse 1]
i don’t f-ck with no white boys
unless a n-gga finn wolfhard
in the shop like i’m rouxls kaard
tryna sell a d-mn juul pod
yes, i know what the rules are
but, unlike his puzzles, i’m too hard
leave you n-ggas all fubar
down glenwood ave in my new car
every game, we got new cards
and every round, we got a new czar
y’all know i’m saving them white cards
never letting down my guard
cah is what i’m on
this sh-t just like real life, dog
unpredictable wild card
points given to the tryhards
tell ’em i am an icon
drowning in my drip, they need a lifeguard
n-ggas still on they ipod
listening to nas, watching die hard
stuck in the past, man, that’s quite odd
future is now, we defy god
on that sh-t like i’m luci
every day, i’m so zooted
i don’t know what i’m doing
all i know is i’m zooming
always got the b-ss booming
5 gum what i’m chewing
sounding like randy newman
indiscernible, stupid
1998 truman
annoying hooks ain’t the move, kid

[verse 2]
god d-mn, i’m so stuck in this hole
i don’t know where the f-ck i should go
all i know is once i get my music out
i’ll be right back here all alone
sonic out here like “give me your phone”
i mean, i would, but i gotta hold on to this sh-t
cause my dad took his -ss on a mission
to north carolina, not finna be back this year
or the next year
probably the next year after that
i mean, it’s cool he combated that
awful addiction that he once had
but now, i’m stuck in this tiny house
not a home, no, never be a home, no
“why your mic -ss?” n-gga, i don’t got n0body
to ask for money when my funds kinda low
no one to talk, no one to run to
had that in rose, but sh-t, she had to run, too
and there’s no way i can make it right
this sh-t hurt, it keep me up every single night
of course, damein like “b-tch, she gone, move on”
but i don’t think he understands that i was in the wrong
if that weren’t the case, i wouldn’t make no f-cking song
if that weren’t the case, i wouldn’t be out here on my own
if i was okay, i’d have them f-cking straight a’s
if i was okay, i wouldn’t take a couple days
to get back to a n-gga when he ask for a minute
of my time bout a verse, talking bout “did you finish”
i’m not that religious, but i kinda think i should be
not dedicated to the sh-t that i need to be
n-gga, i don’t even know who it is i wanna be
will i do music or game end? we gonna see
why everybody that i love gotta run from me?
no one ever sticks around so they can come with me
can’t blame ’em, i’m an awful friend
only thing i care about is my fiscal ends
selfish desire, stupid emotions
no one can get it, and i can’t control it
i wanna make sh-t, and i wanna own sh-t
but i can’t do anything, i feel frozen
like i can’t move on
like i can’t improve
like whatever bullsh-t that come out my mouth
is just gon damage you
finna make you panic, too
cause i’m a f-cking manic, dude
you might think this track’s a mess, sh-t
welcome to my panic room
really, i’d apologize
but i’m scared they’d only think it’s lies
like i’m not being genuine
even though i waited all this time
even though i had to stop the grind
even though it made me wanna cry
none of that sh-t matters to them
ain’t n0body on my side
now, i know that’s not the point
it’s to express remorse for my awful actions
that’s totally something that i wanna do
but, holy sh-t, i can’t handle no more rejection
my family don’t like me, they think i’m a failure
so how the h-ll i’m gon escape and also f-cking fail here?
d-mn, i really don’t know
i should just give you my phone

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