Correction Paroles Something To Prove par Samsa

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You wanna hear the new generation, we here
Packin' in patience, gatherin' madness
adhere, adhesiveness to your ears
The new comers that really ain't new
Because they been practicing for a couple of years
And finally got that equipment 'til they [?]
Getting paid from locals, everyday I pray [?]
You realize you got it all when you get over blues
Clues, to why you mad at having dreams
But everyday you seein' other lookin' down
'Cause you choose to follow
Why they swallow they bosses who high up, like Apollo
I'm blastin' off to that position they never knew
I'm pretty smart, plus [?] so I know how to hit revenue
sayin' these boys don't have a future
You could try to predict, but you don't have to be a f**kin' [?]
I'm half black and Spanish, yeah this n***a is [?]
Got the lines that fans wanna snip, it's my gift
So I'ma share it with the world like it's Christmas
Tevin spittin' bars because [?] really, who is this?
The boy you slept on since middle school, but it's cool
Wait, nah, screw that, I really got something to prove

I really got something to prove
My time is valuable, look at what I can do
I really got something to prove
I'm livin' life, ain't that what I'm supposed to do?
I really got something to prove
My time is valuable, look at what I can do
I really got something to prove
I'm livin' life, ain't that what I'm supposed to do?

My neck is folding over shoulders and curled up
'Cause sometimes I'm feeling like I'm holding the world up
The older I get, I'm scolding over all the regrets
While my bank account's so loaded up with loans, and the debts
And the funds and the bills, I'm chasing down with drug and the pills
The blunts, 'cause they heal the pain, and also numbs how it feels
I'm in my darkest depression, I got nothing to lose
I've had enough of abuse, and I've gotten something to prove
I'm the underdog, the runner up, the wanderer, the younger one
The newcomer, the blundering one who's making sh*t c*mbersome
Number crunchin' unconcerned with social norms, a non-destructive
Motherf**ker always writing lightning like he's thunderstruck
In early age, I was quiet, I felt like Dave to Goliath
And felt like cages to lions, I felt enslaved by the giants
I felt depraved by the silence, and turning rage with defiance
That's when I gave up compliance, and felt engaged with the violence
That's why my writing has heightened over the years
Striking down all my demons, and fighting over my fears
Wiping all of the tears, I'm igniting all of my gears
And alone with contention, haunt me, now I can just disappear
And now music's my new direction, I got nothing to lose
But, I really got something to prove
I really got something to prove
My time is valuable, look at what I can do
I really got something to prove
I'm livin' life, ain't that what I'm supposed to do?
I really got something to prove
My time is valuable, look at what I can do
I really got something to prove
I'm livin' life, ain't that what I'm supposed to do?

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