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ratchet - 101 lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: ratchetness]
me and my conscious is acting a bit obnoxious for
apologetic synthetic reasons you looking cautious
flowing off the beat and i’m streaming straight through the faucet
with my currents getting heavy unsteady, you feeling nauseous
drowning from the causing, acting like i caused it
my mindset’s in control, remotely would’ve lost it
playing back insanity, i’m wishing i could stop it
from the rewinds, plays, fast forwards, and always pausing
huh, funny how i feel ejected
elected for facing fears of being rejected
confidence is critical, though bad habits seem cyclical
for consequences -n-lytically hand selected
annually face dejection, working hard as i left it
i start without a finish, -pause- i should’ve kept it
continue off the pressure, headlines i’d stress it
and what’s news to me, when i never want to press it
on, opportunity long gone
as i’m hopeless in reverse going worse to wrong
heavy as i feel from what i’ve brung along
as my pin down writing messages as strong
tag along with familiar faces
reminiscing similar cases
from different places, we back and forth it off like pong
and kick it as you play this song
hate to inform this is the final storm
avert the negatives as i invert in right form
positive thoughts withdrawal from deposits
watch it as it’s lost as if i live in the norm
my heart’s apart as it’s torn
little did you know you thought my flow be as explicit as p-rn, nah
sharing off the thoughts that i sworn
swear i got potential hope to see what’s in store
sold out when it rains it pours
as i’m drenched in shame, it soaks in my pores
spitting out from mediocrity to poor
as my mind says “you ain’t got things to fight for”
“you can kiss your dreams goodbye, and slam shut the door”
“as if your fans care, where? see where that imports”
“and exports retorts, ‘your monotone just bores”
i wanna fight it off yet giving in like it’s not important
sinister, offset the listener
priming off priorities, prime with no minister
-ssisting in no smack talk, waiting till i talk smack, lacking in packing as if i’m acting like i made it
strap on, with the lack of daze it
i’m looking at the others as the kings, i would praise it
feeling envy i won’t save it, i guess i hate the fact that my stubborn conscious would just want it for the taking
it’s in my own words, don’t worry, i know i’m not the one to be
i would could, and should hope that you put trust in me
with the success that i have, talent or luck it must be
appreciation either way, you leave me dusting
ego is rusty, or never antique at all
i’m preparing for my rise and fall
lastly, believe in myself
but first, i have to accept myself…

- ratchet lyrics

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