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otitis - questionmarks lyrics

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[intro]

my boy magic has this term that stuck with me
he’s like “o, you got way too many ‘question marks’ in your life right now”
so i wrote about music, love, and life, respectively
check it out

[verse 1]

i couldn’t sleep last night, got a couple hours rest
cuz life ain’t all rainbows and, pretty flower beds
had some questions on my brain, overthinkin’ it all
pushed the wrong b-tton once, ain’t homer simpson at all

man i need a crystal ball, r.i.p. ms. cleo
cuz i just wanna know if i’ma ever see c-notes
the question of the future should be “will i ever be broke”
typin’ lyrics, tryna strike gold with each keystroke

prodigy p-ssed, real goin’ extinct
music already drained, now the soul in the sink
real sh-t had gotten play, it was gone in a blink-
could i help this generation? they don’t know how to think

and i just wonder when the trend’s gon’ end
got an army and a navy, do i send those in?
if the lyrics all broken, can we mend those pens?
tryna monetize rhymes like the venmo can, man…

[hook]

my life is filled with way too many of these “question marks”
will i see the light or will i be here left in dark?
went thru bad times, waitin’ on the rest to start
i’m just lookin’ for some answers to these “question marks”

no more questions, i want answers please
if you know it, then i’m hopin’ that you answer me
no more questions, i want answers please
otherwise… (quiet, listen)

[verse 2]

aye, i’d prefer an exclamation, gimme no commas, please
no ellipses, lemme be where that good karma be
i been hopin’ for a misses, one who be drama-free
keep the bliss and keep the positive a key part of me

pardon me, i think i met her some time ago
wasn’t searchin’ for her, now i’m like, where’s she tryna go?
hopefully with me, cuz she’s the perfect kinda beautiful
smart and level-headed, speak the truth only a few would know

i tried to shake the hopeless romance stance
but in a world of hate-f-cks i’m still a slow-dance man
a product of my environment, watchin’ mom cryin’ meant
i’d try to be the opposite my punk dad’s kinda man

that’s the difference between you and me
you could call me soft, but i go hard when i choose to be
(pause) guess i’m a d-ck for that
if superman don’t get the girl, i guess i’ll stick to rap, cuz

[hook]

[verse 3]

made the beat, i let it play, and then i let the thoughts go
in the darkest of times, i wonder where the moths go
lost a couple’a wars, least they know i fought those
all my rhymes legit, other artists bought flows, huh

i’m sittin’ wonderin’ what good would college do
cuz payin’ rent and school same time can seem impossible
everybody make it seem like that’s the sh-t i gotta do
feel like yellin’ “eff you” to the whole d-mn lotta you

trump won’t help me, trump got d-mn wealthy
while i’m paid chump change for the job they dealt me
boss sittin’ on his -ss, consequently
you can make double pay watchin’ doc-mentaries, d-mn

i got patience, but when does it all change?
i got talent, but promotion is another ballgame
is the music needin’ me or need a hunnid more lames?
either game-winning p-ss or i run the wrong play, aye

[hook]

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