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prop dylan - stuck lyrics

verse 1 [prop dylan]

it’s like i’m stuck inside a thinking pattern
stuck in this rap game but really i could split an atom
follow the steps that my mother took, but instead of
reading science books i wished i’d spit it live on jimmy fallon
drink a gallon of guinness stouts at a city tavern
and stumble home now vision blurred out with a sh+tty balance
smoke philly blunts and lose my mind like lilly allen
these newer times will have me moving to a fishing cabin
stuck in my hometown, the low down dirty bolanche
now where the melancholy perfectly bonds, up with the boredom
and common peoples curtains are drawn, that’s why i started
visualize about the world and beyond, and i’m gone
still a world wide traveler, chasing my oasis
like liam and noel gallagher, the designated driver survivor and not the passenger
leave it up to me i’d move every day up in the calendar
chorus [fashawn & prop dylan]

its like i’m stuck in an error
either above the clouds
or i’m under the weather, whenever
i’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind
i remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind

verse 2 [fashawn]

it’s what i’m used to, being stuck in neutral
til i expanded, dilated like my mothers pupils
corner quick sand, something deeper just to get grands
hit the penitent, and got my wrist band
sh+t man, time stood still but i still stood time
couldn’t stand being broke i know i should grind
this chronic got me, thinking bout escaping from the pavement
buying acres in jamaica, vacations in croatia
i learned stuck just a mind state, grind early grind late
til he up like the crime rate, i thought i’d never leave this
concrete jungle, too busy out here going ape with my prime apes
i took a pen and redesigned my faith, now he defines what’s great
lames trying relate, stuck at home now i’m out of town
i jot it down, while apollo brown provide the sound, like that

chorus [fashawn & prop dylan]
its like i’m stuck in an error
either above the clouds
or i’m under the weather, whenever
i’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind
i remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind
verse 3 [prop dylan]
listen, it’s like i’m stuck in an era, came to ruffle some feathers
but had enough of the pressure, that i be putting on myself
to crowd please ’em, and came to the conclusion that i genuinely i got love for this era
so f+ck it whatever, ain’t playing tug of war with family
but f+ck out of dodge when it comes to underdog mentalities
cuz that’s when they only root for you once until you win
then you’re stuck wishing for sudden loss of gravity
it’s all insanity, stuck inside my comfort zone
now if i wasn’t, i’d double up the money flow a hundredfold
the runners on my feet’s for when the trumpets blow
still trying to squeeze a diamond out a f+cking lump of coal
and if you’re lyrical with rhyming, then your numbers low
guess i’m the living definition that it wasn’t so
see i hate being stuck, and love leaving
but nothing beats the unequivocal feeling of coming home
[i’m in my f+cking zone]

- prop dylan lyrics

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