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steve gunna - l.o.s.t lyrics

verse
no lie, i don’t know how to start this
am i artist, rapper, poet
sh-t what do i call this
music change fame is the target
and rapping to evoke emotion is obsolete
nah, it ain’t a shock to me
money cars clothes overdosing
is the culture?
yes it’s global, less emotion,the notion of relating to the audience
and giving them something to cope with
where did that go?
what do i care?
long as i get paid to get play on air
i’ll be fine, i be lying if i say i ain’t want the riches
from the ghetto steps, escaping threats
who wouldn’t trade it all for this money the women
the hunnies giving the greatest head
dont lie
i’m narcissistic, artistic, authentic
ahh this is
words not verbs but nouns with feelings that are hitting
the mind, the demise of my time
got me feeling pressure
i take walks just to k!ll the pressure
question let’s address it
would you rather be alive hating
or be six feet regretting
life is unfair let’s accept it
mow why trust when you’re pulling knives out your back
and why love? cuz when it’s gone
it eats your soul
that’s my perspective
but f-ck it to each is own
i’m reaching goals, i’m eating good
my style dope, moscato
i’m pouring when it’s cold
outside to keep my going
am i crazy?
ive been talking to ghosts lately
harboring hatred, heartless ladies
often cross paths with me
deadly encounter, i ain’t no good
she ain’t no good, so nothin good come out if it
i’m allowed to vent, my sister going to college in fall and in proud of it
and people asking for the music
and to be totally honest man ive been out of it
no inspiration
i’m still getting texts like why we don’t talk?
and still no explanation
and side bar don’t like girls that born the end of april
old habits stills chasing
i’m running, feet caving
i wonder if my music good enough to keep aging
i think, f-ck what everyone thinks
opinions belong everybody
and i can’t please everybody
i’m steve with no modification
weed in modern ages, as we inhale
we inherit the themes of marley and the whalers
my life good at times roller coaster ride
describe what transpires on the daily
my student loans on rotation
can’t afford to miss a payments
miss days withs no bills, i’m still hating on my childhood
lost in this life, i often need insight
my insides in time will ignite and release the beast
cuz i been holding too much anger
and i been hoping god answers
me and my father don’t speak
and do i still miss that banter?
and i been thinking boput calling
but should i still plan it?
she said miss she miss her period
should i still panic?
i don’t know

outro
i guess i needed to get to this point
to get the point
life is short, times are unsure
so i tie my loyalty to loves ones
and we all need someone to adore
what money can’t buy
is what time affords
feelings, realness,a genuine voice
cuz i been in the dark and i’m still there but i’m searching for a door

- steve gunna lyrics

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