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parisfromtokyo – .wav lyrics

(chorus) (pft):
i am not riding no waves, my n-gga i’m tryna maintain, yah
i am not riding no waves, my n-gga i’m tryna create, yah
mentally, i was a slave
the difference is now i’m awake
i detonate
these n-ggas gon’ imitate but f-ck it that’s how you make change, yah

(verse 1) (pft):
i do what i can when i can cause i don’t got a whole lot of time
and i’m done tryna lie to myself so i say how i feel on my mind
and i feel like
if everybody loves my sh-t then why the f-ck n0body bump my sh-t
n-ggas treat me like a joke cause i’m young and sh-t
but last time a n-gga checked, i got a couple hits
n-gga f-ck with me
your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper, i
made the beat then slayed it after, i
changed the game by stepping in and left just to put my foot on n-ggas necks again
i got my own f-cking label, no one let me in
remember when n0body used to check for him
now these n-ggas gon’ be vexed when the checks come in
and best believe, imma flex
it’s the melanin in me

(chorus)

(verse 2) (whyandotte)
how many beats do i gotta make?
how many bars do i gotta write?
how many days was i last awake?
and how long do i sleep at night?
and where do i go when my house is no home?
what do i do when my friends are busy?
who do i call when my girl is working?
and why oh why am i undeserving?
i would say i deserve a mil
i guess i work hard but not smart tho
a small stature but some heart tho
that sh-t don’t make me special
the earth is a face and i’m just a freckle
chior preaching this sh-t is stressful
ground to the dirt with devil’s (?)
sh-t is nuts but i’m made of pesto
presto change-o, abra cadabra
know one day i’ll be the cadavre
know right now that i’m just a rapper
no one man should have all the sauce
always been a grunt
never been a boss
people told me “yeah, that was fine”
people told me yeah, take my time
you’ll get the pie just grab a slice
nah homie. i repeat
nah homie
you can say whatever you want but all i really hear is blah homie
i gotta get mine homie
too many people count on me
or at least they do in my head
but it’s the thought that counts, right?

- parisfromtokyo lyrics

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