Every day's the same, Can't get out of bed, Crazy thoughts are rushin' in my head. Said I'd never take my life But, I had them nights Where I'm like, fuck it, Let me sniff away my life with lines. So I sniff and cry Dealing with my problems, Which are on the rise like the gun crime in Tottenham Then I sit and zone And I feel a bit alone On my Jack Jones, Trynna find a way out of this hole. No one knows how I feel deep down inside, Many nights I've cried Nobody around me to confide in And no one can identify with what I'm really fightin', It's bigger than the drug related problem that I'm hidin'. … So I looked inside, Somethin' then replied 'You're not a kid no more, Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.' So I did and cried And when I opened up my eyes, Adulthood was waitin' for me arms open wide. … Now you wait for days Thinkin' what could be? Adulthood creeps up so quickly. This city takes you in with Open arms and grows you. … So I'm sittin' on this chair Battlin' myself, Phone to my ear But, it goes to voicemail. Lips start to quiver, My face says 'help' As my eyes turn red And then begin to swell. I leave a little message Kinda spillin' out my guts But, I word it well, I come across like I don't give a fuck And it's such a bait life … But, I do it on the sly Where I end it like 'Call me if you want, K? Bye.' Back to sittin' on my Jack Jones, Lightin' up a cigarette And tears start to flow. Coke on the table, like no. Kick it over, What, so is this how my life's supposed to go? … So I looked inside, Somethin' then replied 'You're not a kid no more, Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.' So I did and cried And when I opened up my eyes, Adulthood was waitin' for me arms open wide. … Now you wait for days Thinkin' what could be? Adulthood creeps up so quickly. This city takes you in with Open arms and grows you. … So what's it gonna take for me to turn my life around? Take my finger out my arse and finally sort it out. I just need someone to help me up when I fall down And help me when I'm on my knees and lift me off the ground. (Ground, ground) I'm just lookin' for a way out To the point I'm never lookin' back and I stay out, No longer wishin' I could trade places for a day out In another man's shoes 'cos I hate my life, day out. So it's now or never, Give up or be a go-getter, That's suttin' to better me Instead of bein' like, 'whatever'. I hate to admit it but, I can't be like this forever Man, I really wanna change It's time to get my life together. … So I looked inside, And somethin' then replied 'You're not a kid no more, Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.' So I did and I Waved it goodbye And greeted Adulthood with my arms open wide. … Now you wait for days Thinkin' what could be? Adulthood creeps up so quickly. This city takes you in with Open arms and grows you.
My pupil is vacant with the pill bottle placement Sinking deeper than my basement, getting impatient To hasten contemplation seems to be inclination Ready for hesitation decimation, waiting for obliteration My tendencies tend to be memories condemned to see The grasp for escape is always too hemmed for me Fuck it; tonight’s the night I’ll relax on the tracks And wait for the train to collapse my back in cracks People tried to help and I fucking made a promise But I’m ready to cross my fingers on that to be honest I want to spread my wings and fly into a fucking semi Or maybe get hit by a car, hit the ground and then die Realest shit I’ve ever written, besides my songs That show how much I’ve been fighting this for so long My apologies for all the fees, the calls for me in sorrow Much love and respect, please breathe a brighter tomorrow
[Verse 1] Ner'de doğru insan? Hayatında doğru anda çıkarlar karşına Sonra doğru anda sıçarlar Ağızda yalanlar elinde nerede kalanlar Bilakis yerde kalanları da toplarsın bak sonunda Bir dede bastonuyla gezerken bakarsın öyle acıy’can mı? Yaşıy'can mı sen o kadar haydi söyle Görünce anlamazsın hislerimse hep derinde O kirli defterim de yoksa bile ezberimde Şimdi hayal uzaklarda Eski hikayeler hitap eder mi eski günler adını kısaltarak Yanında bi'kaç adamla düşersin zararlara "Abiciğim yeter bu madde harbiden zarar bana." Çıkarcı dostları da var tabii hiç bıkar mı onlar arkadan vurmaktan hayat güzel tabii öylesine Yoruldum çıkarlardan bi’ kız gelir çıkar Sonra dersin ki sikeyim hepsini rastlamadım böylesine Sonra anlarsın o kız da yolcu, sondu sandın Korkulardır zayıflığın, çok dumandan bayıklığım Bi' şey var ayıktığım Hiçbir zaman tanıdığını sanma insanları, tanıdığın; onların tanıttığı Elimde nefretimle belki hala neftedir Ve kalbimin bi' kısmı kısık gözleriyle küçük bi' kız vardı Kandırıldım çokça zaman sancılıydım Ve, zamanla yıldım bak inan kazanmalıydım [Nakarat] İçine kapanır onca zat onca hayat Hayatla imtihandı peşimi bırak kader Daha bundan beter ne olabilir? Benim sonum nedir? Sonumu getir yeter İçine kapanır onca zat onca hayat Hayatla imtihandı peşimi bırak kader Daha bundan beter ne olabilir? Benim sonum nedir? Sonumu getir yeter [Verse 2] Antalya sokakları anılarımın başkenti Yaş geldi, üniversite Yeditepe Kayışdağı Ve sonra kayışları koparmam kısa sürdü İnan ki boktan düzeninize bir gün olsun alışmadım Bir küçük çocuktum aldılar benden oyuncağımı Koyun can derdindeyken de beklediler soyun'cağımı Küçükken ner'den bil'cen ilerde hep somurt'cağını? Yolun başındayken nefes almaktan yorul’cağını Güzel olaylardan bahsetmek isterdim ben de Öyle keza Antalya’da ilkbahardan mesela Ruha mürekkep damlamadan dolmayan sayfalardan şikayetçiyim Bu lafın ucu yine sana Hasretinle yanmadım, yanımdaydın dokunmadım Hayat sokaktadır sikeyim moruk okulları Yasa Amenti, gecemi hesap et Hayatımın derslerine çalışmaktan uykum vardı hocam müsaade
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Been listening to this since 2017. 2020 now, and this song just becomes more and more real as time goes on.
How can you not like this? Beautiful....
Crazy how I still listen to this touches your heart so deep love listening to it whenever I'm down
Everytime I hear this it always makes me think about the life I have now. Emotional instrumental but hard at the same time.
remembering the lives lost at Grenfell Tower R.I.P
this is so fucking cold man i love rapping over this xd
Still listening to this in 2019 🤙
old but gold been listening to this for like 2 years now never get bored of it
2018 still listening to my family free styling to this beat
#listeningFROM
#New Zealand
Every day's the same,
Can't get out of bed,
Crazy thoughts are rushin' in my head.
Said I'd never take my life
But, I had them nights
Where I'm like, fuck it,
Let me sniff away my life with lines.
So I sniff and cry
Dealing with my problems,
Which are on the rise like the gun crime in Tottenham
Then I sit and zone
And I feel a bit alone
On my Jack Jones,
Trynna find a way out of this hole.
No one knows how I feel deep down inside,
Many nights I've cried
Nobody around me to confide in
And no one can identify with what I'm really fightin',
It's bigger than the drug related problem that I'm hidin'.
… So I looked inside,
Somethin' then replied
'You're not a kid no more,
Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.'
So I did and cried
And when I opened up my eyes,
Adulthood was waitin' for me arms open wide.
… Now you wait for days
Thinkin' what could be?
Adulthood creeps up so quickly.
This city takes you in with
Open arms and grows you.
… So I'm sittin' on this chair
Battlin' myself,
Phone to my ear
But, it goes to voicemail.
Lips start to quiver,
My face says 'help'
As my eyes turn red
And then begin to swell.
I leave a little message
Kinda spillin' out my guts
But, I word it well,
I come across like I don't give a fuck
And it's such a bait life
… But, I do it on the sly
Where I end it like
'Call me if you want, K? Bye.'
Back to sittin' on my Jack Jones,
Lightin' up a cigarette
And tears start to flow.
Coke on the table, like no.
Kick it over,
What, so is this how my life's supposed to go?
… So I looked inside,
Somethin' then replied
'You're not a kid no more,
Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.'
So I did and cried
And when I opened up my eyes,
Adulthood was waitin' for me arms open wide.
… Now you wait for days
Thinkin' what could be?
Adulthood creeps up so quickly.
This city takes you in with
Open arms and grows you.
… So what's it gonna take for me to turn my life around?
Take my finger out my arse and finally sort it out.
I just need someone to help me up when I fall down
And help me when I'm on my knees and lift me off the
ground. (Ground, ground)
I'm just lookin' for a way out
To the point I'm never lookin' back and I stay out,
No longer wishin' I could trade places for a day out
In another man's shoes 'cos I hate my life, day out.
So it's now or never,
Give up or be a go-getter,
That's suttin' to better me
Instead of bein' like, 'whatever'.
I hate to admit it but, I can't be like this forever
Man, I really wanna change
It's time to get my life together.
… So I looked inside,
And somethin' then replied
'You're not a kid no more,
Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.'
So I did and I
Waved it goodbye
And greeted Adulthood with my arms open wide.
… Now you wait for days
Thinkin' what could be?
Adulthood creeps up so quickly.
This city takes you in with
Open arms and grows you.
Masterpiece
This is so sick
This song is e gravity of a situation 😢
when lisen this song remember about your past life
Bad boy tune adulthood great film real talk
Funny how life imitates art.
ATİ242 🔥🔥
aynen
My pupil is vacant with the pill bottle placement
Sinking deeper than my basement, getting impatient
To hasten contemplation seems to be inclination
Ready for hesitation decimation, waiting for obliteration
My tendencies tend to be memories condemned to see
The grasp for escape is always too hemmed for me
Fuck it; tonight’s the night I’ll relax on the tracks
And wait for the train to collapse my back in cracks
People tried to help and I fucking made a promise
But I’m ready to cross my fingers on that to be honest
I want to spread my wings and fly into a fucking semi
Or maybe get hit by a car, hit the ground and then die
Realest shit I’ve ever written, besides my songs
That show how much I’ve been fighting this for so long
My apologies for all the fees, the calls for me in sorrow
Much love and respect, please breathe a brighter tomorrow
Nice
[Verse 1]
Ner'de doğru insan?
Hayatında doğru anda çıkarlar karşına
Sonra doğru anda sıçarlar
Ağızda yalanlar elinde nerede kalanlar
Bilakis yerde kalanları da toplarsın bak sonunda
Bir dede bastonuyla gezerken bakarsın öyle acıy’can mı?
Yaşıy'can mı sen o kadar haydi söyle
Görünce anlamazsın hislerimse hep derinde
O kirli defterim de yoksa bile ezberimde
Şimdi hayal uzaklarda
Eski hikayeler hitap eder mi eski günler adını kısaltarak
Yanında bi'kaç adamla düşersin zararlara
"Abiciğim yeter bu madde harbiden zarar bana."
Çıkarcı dostları da var tabii hiç bıkar mı onlar arkadan vurmaktan hayat güzel tabii öylesine
Yoruldum çıkarlardan bi’ kız gelir çıkar
Sonra dersin ki sikeyim hepsini rastlamadım böylesine
Sonra anlarsın o kız da yolcu, sondu sandın
Korkulardır zayıflığın, çok dumandan bayıklığım
Bi' şey var ayıktığım
Hiçbir zaman tanıdığını sanma insanları, tanıdığın; onların tanıttığı
Elimde nefretimle belki hala neftedir
Ve kalbimin bi' kısmı kısık gözleriyle küçük bi' kız vardı
Kandırıldım çokça zaman sancılıydım
Ve, zamanla yıldım bak inan kazanmalıydım
[Nakarat]
İçine kapanır onca zat onca hayat
Hayatla imtihandı peşimi bırak kader
Daha bundan beter ne olabilir?
Benim sonum nedir? Sonumu getir yeter
İçine kapanır onca zat onca hayat
Hayatla imtihandı peşimi bırak kader
Daha bundan beter ne olabilir?
Benim sonum nedir? Sonumu getir yeter
[Verse 2]
Antalya sokakları anılarımın başkenti
Yaş geldi, üniversite Yeditepe Kayışdağı
Ve sonra kayışları koparmam kısa sürdü
İnan ki boktan düzeninize bir gün olsun alışmadım
Bir küçük çocuktum aldılar benden oyuncağımı
Koyun can derdindeyken de beklediler soyun'cağımı
Küçükken ner'den bil'cen ilerde hep somurt'cağını?
Yolun başındayken nefes almaktan yorul’cağını
Güzel olaylardan bahsetmek isterdim ben de
Öyle keza Antalya’da ilkbahardan mesela
Ruha mürekkep damlamadan dolmayan sayfalardan şikayetçiyim
Bu lafın ucu yine sana
Hasretinle yanmadım, yanımdaydın dokunmadım
Hayat sokaktadır sikeyim moruk okulları
Yasa Amenti, gecemi hesap et
Hayatımın derslerine çalışmaktan uykum vardı hocam müsaade
atiii
arrd tune
who produced this masterpiece?
Shystie-arms open wide :)
@@minimotoboy123 Hi, do you think it'd be free to re-use ?
@@minimotoboy123 thats the vocal artist not the producer
Man they all have the stupid MSN sound at the end
Come on.
2 4 2
Who’s the producer of this beat?
Românian guy he name is SILENT Strike
Sox p110
My freestyle is much better than this im the greastest