Live relapse, no chorus
• Written by ATSRO
Just wakin up in the mornin at 6 o clock
I dont understand it mybody stiff as a rock
Lookin at the clock, Idont feel shit
Is this a miracle i fell vivid
Then the usual bullshit happens oh lord
Mama starts yappin, save me god
Woke up late, now i get shit for that
All that changed after breakfast i had
Went to school saw my crush lookin rad
Dont judge me for that i know i am down bad
My life is sad, but not miserable
Sanity lookin bad, not intuition
Start out strong, in the end flushed out
Fightin with words, gettin cooked in a real bout
Rappin and thuglife, dont know shit
In shower my freestyle bars are lit
Sittin on comode, imaginin life's road,
My dream is far to go and my car is slowed
To the person reading this weak ass rap
Beware, life is a goddamn trap
Your life controlled by illuminati infact
8th grader syndrome, oblivious to that
In my class are rats, human shaped ones
To be teachers pet is all they have ever done
U messed up shit to teach they tell
Parents didnt teach em, snitches go to hell
Hated even in hell, you can bet
Even satan is annoyed, they clingiest he met
Then u get to the clowns of the class
Center of all gigs jokes and laughs
Jokes really slap, all chuckel and crack
Makin school life better, cost their future is sad
1st class seat to heaven, wish their life gettin better
Loved by all, memes their mentor,
They truly be the Gs of the whole school
Better than dank kids cuz they actually cool
Then i get back to my forsaken life
No no no, there aint no strife
Too much ahit goin on through i cant tell
Was a smart kid, deep into tartrus i fell
Partially colorblind, no dfference between yellow and gree
Wakin up late in the mornin, on loop i listen fein
All social medei exposure popped ma brain
I feel groundless, as if yeeted by a crane
Infected my mind, need rehabilitation
Wanna cure my brain, took up ink and paper
Eatin in the break, roti-sabji every day
To busy with studies, no time to play
But sometimes my damn life turns tables
Pasta in my loadout, finally some flavour
Surprizng my homies, where u hangin out
Party and bullshit, roasting niggas out loud
In bus its a whole new drama
Cringe kids.in bus, spamming joe mama
Got a homie in bus, like a tranformer
Human to abomination, freaky aint norma
Cant do anything, bro fr coaxed
Out of this world, 24/7 stoned
My child i watched you grow up to be a proud man
You gettin praised in class, feel like a proud dad
But diabolical as hell, worshippin p diddy
Got a wrong feeling about ya turning sissy
Drippy as hell, my second g finna be
Face lookin like chocolate mac n cheese
Even trees be laughin at that niggaz style
Damn zesty ass, spotted from a mile
"I get all girls", expert at cappin
Dumped after 2-3 months, homies start laughing.
Srk haircut, thinkin hes him
More like max nepali, minds bulb is dim
Mewing all day, jawline razor sharp
Heavenly rizzler, 5'8 carp
This heart is mine, wont give it away
But a beautiful shawty stole it that day
Deep in her eyes, first crush i ever had
Heartbeat fast, like car on a race track
Eyes cosmic void, beautiful yet mysterious
That look, so dominant and serious
Jet black hair, pink soft lips
Never fails to make my heartbeat skip
So cute, so intelligent so kind, puts me in a bind
To love her heavenly body or to embrace her mind
I went for both, couldnt handle it
I was drowning in love bit by bit
Cuz that physique is lit
Cuties face god knit
High from love, embers from coal
She an angle, my salvation she stole
now i get my lifes live relapse
wrote with ma heart, avoided all caps
the beat was heart to find, as if it was the one peice
couldnt contact a producer, got no money to pay the fees
came to the clutch, the goat MF DOOM
magical man, wizard riding a broom
Pac, Nas, Big, rappings big three
they my idols, wish to have a handshake with thee
North hills for life, hard as steel
razor sharp lyrics, yes it will KEAL
I am damn drunk from my failure
my mind the only thing i got like charles xavier
deadpool my student, unpredictable as hell
whats next on my tongue, you can never tell
on the stage when i rap, i stutter then run
the only weapon i got is a godddamn nerf gun
aint a saint, got mortal want
want an article about me in premium font
i get full of rage, with my own style
wanna cook on the stage while i am still juvinile
but i am on the back seat like support mage
suffocting as if i am in a cage
anhillate till i levitate
and blow upon the charts like the world trade
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ATSRO
Member since December 22 2024