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i dont make songs for myself, theyre too sad, go inside this mess of a head and get mad, but its rad, sometimes, to go inside, of my mind, rhyme in time and spit crap, So get back, cause im bout to go down on this babe, but i am not trynna to get laid, and i dont feel sad or betrayed, you gave me my life back when you said i cant stay, and they gave me a life hack taking daddy away, cause i was a meat sack with that look on his face, i promise you im not trynna complain, sometimes shit happens, things dont go our way, trudeau , so fuck you daddy lets make america great, wait, i live in canada forgot ive been smokin cannabis all day, hey and this is why i dont make songs for myself, theyre too sad, go inside this mess of a head and get mad, but its rad, sometimes, to go inside, of my mind, rhyme in time and spit crap, glen harripy youve made it to heaven, the holy of holys, only one thing, here can you hold this, its a bible, now get on the ground, you did it all your life to fit in with the crowd, by the way we lied to you this is hell, youre here cause you never gave a fuck bout yourself, never became the man , you never died to the band saw, werent by marilyn manson or cancer, the real horror was when you were trynna find answers, to questions that they demand sir, think for yourself next time you wrap your neck with a chance to, come to a standoff with the hen and the fox, hmm, and this is why i dont make songs for myself, theyre too sad, go inside this mess of a head and get mad, but its rad, sometimes, to go inside, of my mind, rhyme in time and spit crap, stretch to end
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i dont make songs for myself, theyre too sad, go inside this mess of a head and get mad, but its rad, sometimes, to go inside, of my mind, rhyme in time and spit crap, So get back, cause im bout to go down on this babe, but i am not trynna to get laid, and i dont feel sad or betrayed, you gave me my life back when you said i cant stay, and they gave me a life hack taking daddy away, cause i was a meat sack with that look on his face, i promise you im not trynna complain, sometimes shit happens, things dont go our way, trudeau , so fuck you daddy lets make america great, wait, i live in canada forgot ive been smokin cannabis all day, hey and this is why i dont make songs for myself, theyre too sad, go inside this mess of a head and get mad, but its rad, sometimes, to go inside, of my mind, rhyme in time and spit crap, glen harripy youve made it to heaven, the holy of holys, only one thing, here can you hold this, its a bible, now get on the ground, you did it all your life to fit in with the crowd, by the way we lied to you this is hell, youre here cause you never gave a fuck bout yourself, never became the man , you never died to the band saw, werent by marilyn manson or cancer, the real horror was when you were trynna find answers, to questions that they demand sir, think for yourself next time you wrap your neck with a chance to, come to a standoff with the hen and the fox, hmm, and this is why i dont make songs for myself, theyre too sad, go inside this mess of a head and get mad, but its rad, sometimes, to go inside, of my mind, rhyme in time and spit crap, stretch to end
Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 8/10 Impression: 8/10
wow thanks alot man! I've been a writer in a lot of genres but there's something about rap that's just incredible! I'm still learning but I felt this one a lot :P
Feel these lyrics nice work and word play
i live n Canada lets make America great ahaha dope Af line best this week .. impression is fire Homie
bars are golden and delivery on point you unique and you definitely deserve Respect Salute fam @kamofficial