Lonely (16:21:01)
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•13 May 2022
It’s 7 a.m., my second alarm sings It rings in my ears, I don’t wanna hear this symphony But that’s tough for me, yeah it sucks for me cause the elephant in the room is my feelings are irrelevant, like there’s no relevance to the speed limits when I’ve overslept, where’s my evidence? Haven’t been pulled over yet. Ha I basically only work one day a week, then why am I so stressed out? Cause no one’s training me, can’t you see I don’t have any other place to be, no complacency, racking up them 5’s, a Benji a week if I work illegally Making 7.50 and I’m wondering if it’s legal I don’t run a register and deal with stupid people To go home with a third of what I deserve, I’m not a nerd but it don’t add up, on my last nerve I swear the next time white trash walks in my store with a herd of hungry children Spitting on the counter faster than I can I quit, I’m done, that’s it, for fun I’m just gonna roll up in the store two times or more a week and judge the people who still work at that New Years’ health resolution morgue 8 am to half past 8 pm read in too much to fake breakdowns Of bosses who don’t play around, playgrounds is not a far off synonym from sitting in on a business meeting when the leader’s tweeting “Hey what’s up guys talking to my crew about how I’ll make one work half a day, the others will work two!” Now the cops are pulling up, the window is opaque with children looking through the glass as if they’ve never seen the cops, boss hidden Underneath the counter where I’ll take the card, cops show me and I say “that’s invalid, we take debit or credit but your identity is not a pass”, I said it, I said it And now I’m chillin behind metal bars, regret the regretting it Coulda had a blast, had a pass to meeting some pretty dope people Don’t worry momma if you hear me I’m still with the steeple But I did a bad and got a stick and poke, really sharp needle Not sharper than the word of God, so the ink takes the shape of a sandal I’m a scandal, but not scandalous I wear sandals, but I’m not into German men I just wear em because of my experience in prison, it’s not as good a story as it is a song So sing along with me Sing along with me We gonna hit it, we gonna hit it on three Two One Prison! Sittin behind bars with my cousin, my uncle, my dad and my twin Prison! Pull ups, card games, fist fights, Lifting, running, jumping, fixed eyes Glaring, staring, cheating, termites, it’s no fun Arm wrestles with my older brother, didn’t know I had one, and I won
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Hey @dabigadi, Thanks for the submission, we listened to 'Lonely (16:21:01)', here are our thoughts 💥 Your tracks would be of much greater quality if you use headphones next time. 🎧 There's some real nice flows on here, you just fall off the beat a couple times. 🙏 Yess, we are liking this beat with your bars! 🎼 The track isn't helped by the recording quality, try cleaning that up next time. We can see your potential, just put a bit more time into your next track! 👌 All the best, The Rap Fame Team 😎
It’s 7 a.m., my second alarm sings It rings in my ears, I don’t wanna hear this symphony But that’s tough for me, yeah it sucks for me cause the elephant in the room is my feelings are irrelevant, like there’s no relevance to the speed limits when I’ve overslept, where’s my evidence? Haven’t been pulled over yet. Ha I basically only work one day a week, then why am I so stressed out? Cause no one’s training me, can’t you see I don’t have any other place to be, no complacency, racking up them 5’s, a Benji a week if I work illegally Making 7.50 and I’m wondering if it’s legal I don’t run a register and deal with stupid people To go home with a third of what I deserve, I’m not a nerd but it don’t add up, on my last nerve I swear the next time white trash walks in my store with a herd of hungry children Spitting on the counter faster than I can I quit, I’m done, that’s it, for fun I’m just gonna roll up in the store two times or more a week and judge the people who still work at that New Years’ health resolution morgue 8 am to half past 8 pm read in too much to fake breakdowns Of bosses who don’t play around, playgrounds is not a far off synonym from sitting in on a business meeting when the leader’s tweeting “Hey what’s up guys talking to my crew about how I’ll make one work half a day, the others will work two!” Now the cops are pulling up, the window is opaque with children looking through the glass as if they’ve never seen the cops, boss hidden Underneath the counter where I’ll take the card, cops show me and I say “that’s invalid, we take debit or credit but your identity is not a pass”, I said it, I said it And now I’m chillin behind metal bars, regret the regretting it Coulda had a blast, had a pass to meeting some pretty dope people Don’t worry momma if you hear me I’m still with the steeple But I did a bad and got a stick and poke, really sharp needle Not sharper than the word of God, so the ink takes the shape of a sandal I’m a scandal, but not scandalous I wear sandals, but I’m not into German men I just wear em because of my experience in prison, it’s not as good a story as it is a song So sing along with me Sing along with me We gonna hit it, we gonna hit it on three Two One Prison! Sittin behind bars with my cousin, my uncle, my dad and my twin Prison! Pull ups, card games, fist fights, Lifting, running, jumping, fixed eyes Glaring, staring, cheating, termites, it’s no fun Arm wrestles with my older brother, didn’t know I had one, and I won
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