Seppuku (prod. Sidus)

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  • Опубликовано: 29 сен 2024
  • Lyrics:
    Back in high school people thought I was a homo
    Nowadays I’m chillin like a sensei in a dojo
    Tryna get more wisdom like philosophers, Plato
    And I’m tryna get my pockets fat, Caseoh
    Uh, as all this time keep on passing me
    Gotta keep painting till I make a fuckin masterpiece
    But at the same time I’m still a wretched dude
    I might just get a samurai sword and commit seppuku
    My lungs are blue, maybe a shade of black
    This music shit is more addicting than an eighth of crack
    Surround yourself with lies and one day you’ll be facing facts
    Yeah bitch remember that
    I’m hungry for this rap shit, I didn’t pack a lunch
    You probably wouldn’t guess I was a rapper in a bunch
    Of suburban white people that are living day to day
    Pay to pay, I don’t wanna be a part of that anyway
    Matter fact I barely fuckin go outside nowadays
    Why is that Miles? I dunno, I think people suck
    Cause there’s been a couple times they took advantage of my trust
    Makes me wanna buy a Glock and go outside and fuckin bust
    And that’s the ugly truth, except I wouldn’t kill another person i’m the only one that I would probably shoot
    I ain’t a psychopath nor am I fuckin brute
    Almost 21 years old and I still don’t know what to do

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  • @MilesThaMisfit
    @MilesThaMisfit  3 месяца назад

    Lyrics:
    Back in high school people thought I was a homo
    Nowadays I’m chillin like a sensei in a dojo
    Tryna get more wisdom like philosophers, Plato
    And I’m tryna get my pockets fat, Caseoh
    Uh, as all this time keep on passing me
    Gotta keep painting till I make a fuckin masterpiece
    But at the same time I’m still a wretched dude
    I might just get a samurai sword and commit seppuku
    My lungs are blue, maybe a shade of black
    This music shit is more addicting than an eighth of crack
    Surround yourself with lies and one day you’ll be facing facts
    Yeah bitch remember that
    I’m hungry for this rap shit, I didn’t pack a lunch
    You probably wouldn’t guess I was a rapper in a bunch
    Of suburban white people that are living day to day
    Pay to pay, I don’t wanna be a part of that anyway
    Matter fact I barely fuckin go outside nowadays
    Why is that Miles? I dunno, I think people suck
    Cause there’s been a couple times they took advantage of my trust
    Makes me wanna buy a Glock and go outside and fuckin bust
    And that’s the ugly truth, except I wouldn’t kill another person i’m the only one that I would probably shoot
    I ain’t a psychopath nor am I fuckin brute
    Almost 21 years old and I still don’t know what to do