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Reminiscent (Unreleased)
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Y.Skitz
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Man I don’t need no f**king lean, I don’t even need no weed Just give me the screen and the keys to make some neat, sweet beats It’s a treat when I kick back and I listen to my music Cause I was popping percs, xans, sniffing grams, and acting stupid And I was blinded by the crowd that I used to keep around me And all the anger and depression that used to constantly surround me Man my thoughts were always cloudy and I was always feeling rowdy But I just wanna make it in this music ting and make my mummy proud g I’m that impatient inpatient and I want the paper now b Overdosed on so much pills, could be killed, dead and in the clouds, see I don’t worship the devil like some people like to think My psychosis permanent like a needle with some ink And I’ve wrestled with depression from a young a** age So I pour my heart out when the pen touch the paper page Because my whole life, my cold eyes contained a dark, tainted glaze So the way I escape my crazy brain, let me explain I’ve been diagnosed with lines and poems and mental health disorders I chose to rhyme up those and brush off hoes and get my life in order Oxy used to stop me fretting, but I’d be sweating like a sauna And it’s never too late to turn your life around Unless you’re dead in your head, buried under the ground If you put your finger on the trigger and you make that sound You choose to let the dark side win, are you listening now? And I’m not judging anyone for the sad act of suicide It’s a bad fact that I was 6 when Dave took his own life And that sh*t scarred my brain, it stayed up in my mind Cause I had visions, reminiscing of the day that he died And every damn time I drive by that f**king bridge I wanna f**king destroy it, and burn it to bits And I know that’s not the answer, but it still f**king hurts One of my favourite men alive now buried in the dirt Rest in peace to my friends and my family that I lost I still say a prayer for them, although I don’t believe in god And I sit and I think, and it makes me f**king cross Till I’m twitching and I’m switching and it’s hard to not Rot when you got no paper like a cardboard box But this song ain’t about the money, and this sh*t ain’t f**king funny My parents used to starve just so I wouldn’t go hungry I was 7 years old and knew the meaning of bankruptcy Half my family weren’t even born in this f**king country So I’ll never judge an immigrant, how would you feel if you were raising kids in a war zone where death was always imminent Talking about this deep sh*t got my tongue stunned like a lightbulb filament My heart always been quite cold, but never ever brilliant Man I’m so diverse, and my verse always has a deeper meaning I mine words, plan them out and explode like a creeper scheming
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