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Reminiscent
- //Verse 1
- Thats a common word
- For the common bird
- But thats not the topic though
- I want to make sure that this gets heard
- Or prolly read maybe
- Fuck, I started cryin' like baby
- Thinkin' about those times in the past when my very style was fuckin' crazy
- I was makin' rhymes that seemed too hasty lazy and it was fuckin' hazy
- Couldn't even tell one line from the other but people bein' nice said I was amazin'
- I was 14 at time I wrote my first rhyme to a girl on kik
- Few days later she was at my waiter took me to the back room just to be my pick
- It made me fuckin' sick, and she was hella thick, prolly woulda smashed her too
- If her ass wasn't bein' faker than a sculpture shoe
- Well now I rue, questioned every friend that I ever knew
- They kept replyin' like "What I do?"
- Its not what you do, its who you do it to
- And I ran out of empathy, sympathy was more like my enemy
- Time goes by then I'm an antipathy, watchin' all for them signs of apathy
- Started talkin' to myself telepathically, lettin' everybody actions tell the math for me
- In reality, I was checkin' 'em out like I wanted their mentality
- //Hook
- Reminiscin' on my past
- Where everybody last
- Stay updated in my past
- 'Cause the time pass
- Noticed the old trash
- Where my rhymes was thrown in gas
- And I wanted to always ask
- Will I ever be the last
- But you can see I'm reminiscin' (x3)
- I'm just that young nigga with them thoughts thats hella reminiscent
- //Verse 2
- Theres once was a time before the lines I wrote on paper
- Before my fuckin' dog died and my brother's prison papers
- Where I can see a bright light
- Just at the end of the tunnel
- I kept runnin' then I stumbled
- 'Cause I seen the plight
- I seen this plot before
- Everybody goes out that door
- But I wanted something more
- Or something else that helps me forward
- Thought 'bout givin' up
- Saw no way out thats just my luck
- Touched on a wall and it crumbled down
- I looked around for a dollar and a buck
- Its the devil was in mind, I'm fuckin' up half the time
- I just needed a shrine to pray to god so I can feel just fine
- For the devil it was lunchtime, it was crunch time, on these bones of mine
- Pickin' me apart and thats one by one
- Tell the devil job well done, if he wants me gone just pick up a gun
- 'Cause I been feelin' dead for a couple of months
- Never asked for help not once
- So I gave in to scraps and crumbs
- My worst enemy became my fam
- Couldn't accept for who the fuck I am
- They started sayin' shit like Uncle Sam
- "I want you..." to be a man
- //Hook
- Reminiscin' on my past
- Where everybody last
- Stay updated in my past
- 'Cause the time pass
- Noticed the old trash
- Where my rhymes was thrown in gas
- And I wanted to always ask
- Will I ever be the last
- But you can see I'm reminiscin' (x3)
- I'm just that young nigga with them thoughts thats hella reminiscent
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