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nomrah - the great debate, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
thank you for coming, it’s time to begin

[verse 1]
yeah, i been feelin’ down lately
all the stress up on my brain has made my face a clown lately
smokin’ to escape the pain, i hope that i come down safely
i just want my crown baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
it’s a similar situation up inside this simulation
keep a minimum conversation as i raise your expectations
keep a rise on my dedication, comprehendin’ what i’m sayin’
i swear to god boy, i ain’t playing, hear the pain inside my statements

[chorus]
as the bad controls my brain
i just want it my way
can’t afford a jet plane
prayin’ for success rates

[verse 2]
inside my mind’s a warzone, more harsher than the ozone
debates about my faith have me locked up inside my own home
when i step outside, i hear it, when i look inside, i feel it
never know what i’ve been hearin’, is it angels or my demons?
these b-tches are overbearin’, i’m better off not carin’
they break my heart and tear it, you don’t love me i’m too damaged
tell me what you want, anybody wanna test me
flyin off the rails, i was goin’ 60
i don’t wanna die yet, until my late 60’s
spittin’ it all wicked, leave you dizzy like a frisbee
divin’ off in the brain, ain’t talkin’ bout scuba
come and try to battle, then you better bring a group of
coles and kendricks, no machine guns
peace and love yeah, don’t need refunds

[chorus]
as the bad controls my brain
i just want it my way
can’t afford a jet plane
prayin’ for success rates

[verse 3]
wasting time to make you mine, you never gave a f-ck
debating god, i’ll take the fall, agnostic in my luck
i took a chance, you took a lance and stabbed me in the guts
manipulation, mutilation, mark myself with cuts
i see your pictures and i wonder, “why’d i love at all?”
i see my st-tches and i ponder, “why can’t i move on?”
i felt the sickness in the summer, struggled with the harm
looking back at all of this, it wasn’t worth the fall
goin’ off the f-ckin’ rails again
gettin’ ready to put it to an end
as i ponder everything you said
i just wanna grab the pad and pen
but i gotta take responsibility
for all the f-ckin’ endless heresy
now that i’m alone and in the booth
i’mma grab the mic and cut it loose (yeah)

[outro]
my generation has become so obsessed with starting the rest of their lives
that they are willing to give up the one they are currently living
we have romanticized the idea of romance and it is cancerous
people are more in love with the idea of love than the person they are with

- nomrah lyrics

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