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quel loft - i want (ft. leech) lyrics

[verse 1:quel loft] how am i supposed to record with a paper thin door, thought of startin’ a war and thoughts of suicide race through my mind like nascar, this game is so hard, especially when you feel worthless, pathetic, like no one gives a f-ck, hatin’ yourself to the point where you wanna get hit by a truck, haven’t been much on religion, but i started to pray and to god, i say, to god, i plead and beg, to make joy of this world i’m in, i know i may sin, but i’m your child, created me to be shy and mild on the inside, on the outside, i’m some worthless, pierced up freak of society, it might be how i wanna be, is this some joke oh dearest creator, maybe i should write you a letter to reach you, not preach ’bout you

[hook] [x1] yeah, i just wanna k!ll you all, dump you in the ocean wit’ your brother, man, it’s all his fault, suicidal pilot, kamikaze to your room and blow up everythin’ you own inside to see how much you wanna cry

[verse 2:leech] i’m the deadliest lyricist in the premises and i got every witness to comprehend all my sentences, man, i’m choppin’ so intricate, grabbin’ the pen and paper, erasin’ all of the haters, i’m fryin’ up you potatoes (jumpin’ the buildin’ to give ’em a chance) and they’re laughin’ thinkin’ it’s funny (grippin’ the mac and i’m makin’ ’em dance) and they’re smellin’ like rotten onions (hit ’em wit’ venom, reduce the chance) they betray me and still be hatin’, i don’t got time for waitin’, i quickly run outta patience, like velveeta, i got the cheese for the pasta, god named zilla stompin’ cities, i’m a monster, hostile environment, everybody is riotin’, please calm down before i go and get the scientist, man, i got these shoes to fill, where the hell’s the crucifix, you’ve been nailed down before, you ain’t new to this, ha ha! this a bit to ludacris, ludaversal baby and i’m b-mpin’ that deluxe edition

[verse 3:quel loft] how am i supposed to be this boy filled with joy or have no thoughts like a toy, i wanna believe in a higher bein’, i wanna believe what my fans are seein’, i wanna think i’m gonna make it, i can’t believe this shit, is it my mind? my brain? my soul? cause i’m too kind, i’m insane, my mouth is foul, maybe i should drop the microphone, just turn off the beat and metronome, i know my haters laugh at my tracks, is it cause i rap and i’m not black? it’s messed up, i hate this, but i’m not gonna stop even if my fan base drops, it’s like rap is a part of quel, to keep goin’ even if i don’t excel, to everyone who listens to my music, haters, fans, anyone who gives a shit, i just wanna be able to help out with my tracks, is that too much to ask?

- quel loft lyrics

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