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Featuring The Antiheroes (Intro) Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go Yo (Verse) I’m becoming the man that I pretend to be I quit racing with the rodents to the penny tree I wanted every leaf when I was 17 Give me everything, please, don’t sell me dreams 32 with a bloodstain on a pocket knife And dead bodies tanning under a closet light I’m no novice, with my tail and my balls tucked I’ve got nothing to lose and prove, I’m washed up An obituary column in the wrong month I depended on my talent and ignored luck Appetizers, handshakes and cold hugs Back scratching, hand jobs and warm cum You can’t hit a homerun if you don’t play ball And I chose not to show up with my own glove I guess I’ll never be a rap star I’d rather be Babe Ruth in my backyard Letras de canciones(Hook) Where I used to be But I’m nowhere near from a wannabe We doin it Take his worst song and think it through Now lead me where you never been I’m better than I ever been We runnin this rap shit Watch your mouth, better yet hold your tongue I’m in the wildest mood, don’t fuck with me Hey lil soldier, you ain’t ready for war (Verse) They said to swallow my dream. Don’t follow it please Hollow I seem seeking what I may not achieve It’s hard to conceive the notion of being motionless but I must Once had devotion but now I’m choking, my heart is dust I’m missing the lust, the rush I received Now what’s become of me is not a sight I want you to see So even to breathe got me hurtin at certain degrees Force I’m a fiend for this life from which I doubt I could leave Inside I bleed, entertaining some thought in which I was coming up But soon enough I saw through it, fuck it I’m out of luck Stuck in the runnin so what do I got to lose? I’m sick of singing the blues, been broken, beat and abused Come have a seat and let me fill up your cup as we toast Convince you all to take a sip, call me Derek your host Go ahead and boast about lavish living, I hope you choke You’re drinking death and it’s making its way on down your throat (Hook) Where I used to be But I’m nowhere near from a wannabe We doin it Take his worst song and think it through Now lead me where you never been I’m better than I ever been We runnin this rap shit Watch your mouth, better yet hold your tongue I’m in the wildest mood, don’t fuck with me Hey lil soldier, you ain’t ready for war (Verse) Couple years ago I held the world inside my palms Spun it on top of my finger, I’m aimin to hit the sun Ricochet off nine planets, I’m cyber walking with guns Fully loaded on your screen, I’m a fiend to receive your love On top my karats I gave you all of my blood Walk inside of a hospital, surgical mask and gloves Can’t repair a globe trotter who’s feet never travelled further than your navient souls I’m stuck inside of a local bud Such a nightmare, I fight fair is why I’m wrong Spoiled milk, sour taste in my dialogue Die a black death, a peasant what they purchased more A losing janitor but fuck it I can mop the floor Non stat cat, feelin double digit box scores Shit, sidelined with the endless dream To set sail, instead stuck here with Gilligan Inserted in my mind frame, I’m running out of ink again Dang From Letras Mania