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EGO by KELLAH91
I feel numb out, clueless, simply tired, Like "screw it,"
cause life is passing by quick
And I'm out of excuses
At times it feels useless,It's a hassle to do this
,But don't you confuse it:I live and breathe for this music.
Opinion doesn't matter, though
It's not eating my conscience,
Twist my words, misinterpret,
Get my shit out of context,
Call my music what you want—Label it bullshit or nonsense.
Ive been planning this for years
And I'm not quitting or stopping
I know exactly what I need.
It's ridiculously funny,I've been desiring millions,It's like I don't even know me,
Still, I want everything I dream of
And I'm not stopping at that.
I want the mansion or a villa, a Maybach S class in black,
I want that feeling of freedom to do whatever I want,
Go wherever I want to go
And smoke infinite blunts.
Have my pockets packed with bills
Just to waste them on nothing.
You claim money doesn't buy happiness,But it must count for something, I mean
—"The more wisdom you attain and the more conscious you become, the crazier you will appear to others.Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave.Get rid of that ego."
Slowly going insane,Guess my ego's to blame.
It's all part of the gameBut I don't need it per se.
Still, I'm ready to cross lines,Raise the bar every day
.And I've been wasting too much time,So get the fuck out my way.
I got, bills to pay,
I'm a modern-day slave.
I'm hungry for things I cannot take to the grave.
Yeah, my ego got me messed up,I'm stuck in this maze.
So I stay medicated,Blazing that good ol' sticky haze.
And I...Know that I'll make it,I said it so many times
.I've been raising the damn bar
To new, fucking heights.I'm that white guy with style,Bars, flows, and some rhythm.
Can't take a single fuck from me Because not one is given.
I've seen it all.
There's no need to be scared
Of seeing bodies dangling From ropes at the top of the stairs,Raised in streets run with thieves,Addicts, and pushers,Bloody knives and syringesWith dirty needles in bushes are standard around here.
cause life is passing by quick
And I'm out of excuses
At times it feels useless,It's a hassle to do this
,But don't you confuse it:I live and breathe for this music.
Opinion doesn't matter, though
It's not eating my conscience,
Twist my words, misinterpret,
Get my shit out of context,
Call my music what you want—Label it bullshit or nonsense.
Ive been planning this for years
And I'm not quitting or stopping
I know exactly what I need.
It's ridiculously funny,I've been desiring millions,It's like I don't even know me,
Still, I want everything I dream of
And I'm not stopping at that.
I want the mansion or a villa, a Maybach S class in black,
I want that feeling of freedom to do whatever I want,
Go wherever I want to go
And smoke infinite blunts.
Have my pockets packed with bills
Just to waste them on nothing.
You claim money doesn't buy happiness,But it must count for something, I mean
—"The more wisdom you attain and the more conscious you become, the crazier you will appear to others.Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave.Get rid of that ego."
Slowly going insane,Guess my ego's to blame.
It's all part of the gameBut I don't need it per se.
Still, I'm ready to cross lines,Raise the bar every day
.And I've been wasting too much time,So get the fuck out my way.
I got, bills to pay,
I'm a modern-day slave.
I'm hungry for things I cannot take to the grave.
Yeah, my ego got me messed up,I'm stuck in this maze.
So I stay medicated,Blazing that good ol' sticky haze.
And I...Know that I'll make it,I said it so many times
.I've been raising the damn bar
To new, fucking heights.I'm that white guy with style,Bars, flows, and some rhythm.
Can't take a single fuck from me Because not one is given.
I've seen it all.
There's no need to be scared
Of seeing bodies dangling From ropes at the top of the stairs,Raised in streets run with thieves,Addicts, and pushers,Bloody knives and syringesWith dirty needles in bushes are standard around here.
