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ugly heroes - desperate lyrics

[intro]
yeah
bring the drums in
uh, yeah
a 1-2, yeah
yeah, what the f-ck am i supposed to do?
yeah, supposed to do
check it out, uh
listen

[verse 1: verbal kent]
i’m in my flat flat broke, last smoke
the voice in the back of my mind sighs have hope
i have rope, i could end it all feelin’ that
local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan
that would be the easy way out though
but what would that amount to apart from a outro?
it’s not what i’m about yo, i’m never for shortcuts
and taking life is never right, that’s something the lord does
sortin’ through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves
no soap in the bathroom, i don’t want to hustle but i have to
back to the drawing board
zip locks stock up on what the clients want
i am taught but i won’t listen
self-destructive sort of like i wanna fail
but what i want to feel isn’t what moves me
why i grab a pen and stick the tip to this loose-leaf

[hook: red pill]
so what the f-ck are we supposed to do?
what the f-ck are we supposed to do?
don’t even have a rope to hold on to
so what the f-ck are we supposed to do? come on
no way out for us to make that move
so what the f-ck are we supposed to do?
what the f-ck are we supposed to do?
tell me what are we supposed to do?

[verse 2: red pill]
while these motherf-ckers pop bottles
i’m taking pop bottles back into the store so i can get some top ramen
what the f-ck they know about that rock-bottom?
everyone i know is feeling down-trodden
everyone i know has thought about robbin’
i’m not talkin’ ’bout a stick up, uh
i’m talkin’ liftin’ up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up
shattering that tax bracket you sick of
on some get up, get out and get some this sh-t, come on
the mind wanders when you’re poverty-stricken
and only hope you’re holding on to is a lottery ticket
bills piling up so don’t see you smiling much
start thinking of some violent stuff
like umm, why the f-ck don’t i just get a pint of some rum
a nine and tuck it between my t–th and say good-bye i’m done?
economy is down and suicides are up
we rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us

[hook]

[verse 3: red pill]
this world’ll f-ck you and expect you just to smile through it
waking up is a reminder thinking why do it?
they wonder why these motherf-ckers snap
one minute a family man until he’s walking in that plant
and he’s thinking, “where the f-ck’s my overtime?”
last resorts become solutions to a sober mind
an empty bottle list of f-cking demands like
“hey joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?”

[verbal kent]
yeah, feeling like there’s one way out of this hole
feel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control
either i’mma see the light or the light’ll burn out
no mistake though it’s never too late to turn around
turnin’ out to be a catch 2-2
not a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2
i know that’s a bit theatrical
but this poison is pungent, it’s just so suspect
how much i’ve been avoiding the subject

[hook]

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