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yrr – for my fate lyrics

by now it’s time to welcome you to my distorted cranium
where the thunder rupches
-ssorted memories of the lonely one
a technical tectonic plate is moved and inch
unleash the h-ll onto the boney son
wish i never had a problem unable to label him
unable to cater him
dishing plates onto the table thin
that’s what i walk over a fable looking -ssumption
that’s what you look over i haven’t been eating the lunch in
my plastic bag i take in broken 5 year old back pack
the fact of the matter i don’t speak up in cl-ss i sat back
and couldn’t see the board i broke my gl-sses so i rapped tracks
on my i pod always had an ear bud in cause one was broken
my god i’m playing these bygones with the mic off
still i’m muttering along i skipped the cl-ss to light bong
eyes wrong i’m staring at people wonder why they stare directly at the boy while i just cry on

for my fate
nothing around
i done and sealed my fate
by patching tires that are round
for my fate
nothing around
i done and sealed my fate
the pressure pumping up loads

for my fate
i do what i love and hate
for my fate
i’ll take pride when i get to ride
for my fate i can’t handle bars from fakes
there’s nothing around
the rains rusted all my bolts

wake up and go to school
back home to sleep replay the new
bake up cause it was cool
i rome with feet and slay with crew
i wanna place where i feel safe you think i’d find it by now
16 years i race around the base this same f-cking town
the more people moving in the less people i know
ignore the evil seagulls swarming in my casino
wallets looking thin already pastry feeble felo since i’m honest and the nice guy
i get used the human bambilo
go from girl to girl no matter when i’m under mistletoe
in port my songs from earl on sunday dreams are getting dimmer tho

the last clip up on the belt will keep me hanging
nilon stings and i’m out
i needa keep rappin
easily apply myself to problems i am kids paste dirty dishes in my house the rats all know the mistakes
i risk take to stay late but they only care the wrist rate and estate such sh-t taste i’ll stay this strong
and sing this song

for my fate
nothing around
for my fate
i do what i love
for my fate
nothing around
for my fate
i’m a clipped winged dove

- yrr lyrics

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