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mistazel (rapper) - antisocial hustler lyrics

[intro: mistazel]
there’s a lot that’s been running on my mind
my own track meeting
i’m the one falling behind
i’m 22 and haven’t achieved my dreams yet
i was meant to be the one on tv bet

[verse 1: mistazel]
but i’m still the hustler
the low down dirty struggler
the manager my success stuck completely mature and
i never had the confidence and when i did a lack of consciousness
smoking and drinking my problems away
many people say i’m blessed to be me today but still
the cloudroom’s overflowing on indefinitе layover
my poster victin dreams of push up fill a motor closеr
they say his arms on down in front of grocer
i’m a poser
shadow cast in my mind i try fill those dreams and be that guy plus
i wonder what it would have been like if
i roll my bike 20 a night talking miles
now would it take me to stay in that district?
now my boys depict the lesser being with a gimmick
and i got something to prove
nothing to lose, nothing to do
all of these news, my mama’s screaming
[bridge: mistazel]
now, witty, make sure you’re successful
life can’t be stressful
don’t. be regretful
and watch your tongue

[verse 2: mistazel]
especially when you around them hunts because it’s telling don’t play
you won’t second guess the second best shadows of my parent’s success
i’d rather flee expectations than become anonymous
that’s why i’m called mist
i’m synonymous of what a problem is my life value list
so we gonna see what this gun do
back inside the home
let’s see what them hunts do
locked up in my mental castle, hiding in my f+cking shadow
on the pasture with the cattle only feeling what’s tobacco
father might have been in nasa
muddy got problems to tackle
i got some weight it’s a hassle
i might lose now
i lost 50 pounds and no one can see me how?
root of my problems with me
look in the mirror maybe i see
the reflection of my biggest enemy, my smallest friend of me
who the f+ck of you
you got fancy air
you got shiny chains with them high school brains think
you’re special
because he holds us some things sh+t
i don’t give a f+ck
[verse 3: mistazel]
took the knife for my drug what my father do?
he leave, and so that’s what i tried to do
i understand it’s hard raising a child
some mistakes are huge and others are mild
there’s no book explaining why my son’s always wild
so i forgive and i forget for a while
but when i live
talking to myself on a mile, look what i did

[verse 4: mistazel]
my aunt screaming help for this child
is this regret?
maybe it’s sh+t i don’t understand yet
ask me if i’m proud of me and i’ll tell you yes
little me would look at me and think i’m the best
older me might look at me and question my head
my love is praying my hands ain’t the cause of my death

[outro: mistazel]
jesus be to keep with me the tie on my neck
i ain’t christian, i just need a god on my breath
and i ain’t dissing i just need something i can grip
so give me your lips you saw i can kiss
i need more of this its healing my wrist
is healing my kid know what you dig?
you’re fixing the sh+t
thank you

- mistazel rapper lyrics

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