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To be a star is far
I'm spitting worse bars than jar-jar
But you know where it's coming from
Living life's becoming so encumber-some
The only light is fulfilling my hunger 'fore the sun comes up
Rest in peace to Dumile, Macadel, and jahseh
Idols taught me stick with what i have to say
Regardless of my mistakes and bad days, i have faith
And people really talk shit like they give one
I'm disconnected from the sitch, no charisma
Pissed, had to step from the stigma
Sick of the tricks, chose to stick to the vidya games
Spit what i want, give a shit how it's sayed
Give a shit how it's played, give a shit how it's made
Long as it exists on this plane
It'll stick with a brain like mine til decay
And i'm not sorry i'm not tryna be your kid for the day
See the system? I'm really tryna get my own way
But of course, there's more issues in my face
They're ignant to my fate
I wanna run away but is there any place
Art is where i fit in so i'll stay
And i hope that all the time i've given hits that place in your soul
My mind's a victim to the way nostalgia flows
And of course it's easy to slip when i'm chasing my goal
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I am floating above the ground
No one can see me coming down
Home
Oh home
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track gets cold in the thick wind
the track gets cold in the thick wind
gotta lap these hoes if you wanna win
I unpack tree’s soul on a quick whim
gotta fat street board for my big spin
sike, I can’t spin
but when I can I’ll be worldwide, can’t miss him
you know you miss him
like even though ever since I was a kid got a loose lid
Bitch you know all the shit that I did? let alone I didn’t
spread shit on my image, yes I made mistakes
that shit feeling vintage, beat you like a scrimmage
are you kidding bitch
and they believe that shit? kittens
you smacked I smacked back
I regret both, I never had that
close shit and we were closest
so when I felt the cold distance
my road got twisted and we both got dismissive
but you were so vindictive so much I had predicted it
but slipped in it still
you were the tricky bitch, and you still tricked me shit
I’m just nicked from the knife you slicked, but couldn’t stick me right
you couldn’t pick my life and strip it to white
I’m on quite a new trip, so move bitch
I got higher planes to claim in my youthfulness
Though woes do exist, I’ll stop listing them
I got shit to feel bliss about
I’m blessed from being left, chill on the couch
I got the crib to myself, homie’ll still vouch for me
known him since twelve, when we had dreams
of playing on beat machines and now we sell tapes
and smell great, take a look at the look on my face
see it from outer space, pass the mic to a pal
since i grew up on this planet like them, can't care what they say
managing my friends is easier than back in grade school
(why they think you showing off?) it's 'cause i got the brightest flame
minding my own business while they fight for expectations
no one i know really shares my same taste
every day reminded i'm just kinda unrelatable
took me a long time to realize
most eyes are on the lyrics not the instrumentalization
we're in the middle of a venn diagram
and the main thing making us stay is speaking language
to communicate this anguish and celebration
i hope you make it as great as HK did
took me ages, now i lay on a plane where my face can be taken on wax like straight facts
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Solace Bowden.
Born 11/12/99.
Artist since 2012.
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