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vladmakic - fight the feeling (prod. by iman omari) lyrics

[verse 1]

rusty with the motions i’m still busting out emotions at irregular intervals it like they’re hostages i’m holding fostering the storm and never weathering it courses through my veins just like the blood i’m mixing with the fixes i keep tipping minimising sweat and tears
maximise the fears
live inside a bubble ain’t no wonder sh-t ain’t clear
all this blurry vision here can it all just disappear man the fall and know it’s near i’m just hoping you can hear my
undertones in verses that i speak when we verse it makes me weak all just escalates and yes i make it steep, i
open up my heart and then i share some naked sleep
wake up in a state of stress because stress is what i need
blessings not for me, no not even when i sneeze
everything’s a test and my results they beat the bs; a
if this a disease then just call me jacob z
waiting til the day that i can wash it off with ease like

[verse 2]

i don’t wanna fight it, the flame it has ignited but the chains that bind me to the ground are hopelessly delighted so for years they have recited like a tape that gets rewinded in my head over and over getting colder getting older where my wings at?
haven’t seen the sky in f-cking decades where the strings at?
puppeteers that walk all over graves now where’s the spit at?
your solitude i split that, your battle i don’t get that
i’ma entertain and you just sit back
this act got the curtain call waiting for the walls
to close in asking is it worth and what’s it worth at all
if i had words to call well then i would
life a b-tch so send her wood found my center good
still stray in and out of it the habits i have found within
some are pretty good and some are just petty environments
half of me is satisfied other half desires sh-t
in either case i smell the fire’s lit cause

[verse 3]

i seen my heroes die, weekends fly as weeks go by i reach the sky in some cases but others i’m just sneaking by, what’s your truth? i’m speaking mine, seeking time for some things while for others i give cheeky lies my past conspirators still having yourself sneaky lines? talent ain’t a rareness if it were i’d be a medium fry, burger with the medium fries, meal prep loses reason why i seem to hide from challenges but conquering them’s easy time, screaming free me freedom is the least of my, peace of mind disturbances and worthlessness can peek behind, f-ck what is it, season 9? wanna spoil my own finale way before the screening time, dreaming-i-must-be-cause i just stumbled on my reason why crumbled just beneath the peak let air out then just breathe in deep take with you what you need to keep and break straight through them ceiling tiles
easy miles are coming in kilometres for people i, know and hold the closest hope your roads are less extreme than mine, we can try but

- vladmakic lyrics

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