Stranded
• Written by Slipp
//Hook, 0:22//
I reprimand the fact that i am stranded,
never been a rich boy, permission not granted,
walkin' up to doors, tryna make friends, but they slammed it.
put my seed of life in the dirt, and then plant it.
(2x)
//Verse 1, 0:45//
Walk along the lot, figure everything is lost,
like cars release exhaust, my problems i can't solve,
wish to leave them all enthralled, but i feel like this is scrawled,
my problems I have caused, i don't get why you are shocked.
don't understand this pain, like syphen it just drains,
i can't take all this strain, my life spins like hurricanes,
i'm locked inside these chains, while my veins act like the gates,
where all of them are closed, and a path noone partakes.
//Hook, 1:08//
I reprimand the fact that i am stranded,
never been a rich boy, permission not granted,
walkin' up to doors, tryna make friends, but they slammed it.
put my seed of life in the dirt, and then plant it.
(2x)
//Verse 2, 1:30//
Wish i could go reverse, not be stuck with this curse.
it can't be any worse, meet my hater, universe.
we always just converse, as i sit and write the verse,
i'm giving up now. What's the point? just box the hearse.
I really always try, but i simply don't suffice,
i try and hide the tears, wish i was in paradise,
i really want this prize, this is my damn demise -- (you know what?)
I won't apologize, bitch i'm done being so nice.
Here's a line you can sit and fucking ponder,
the rap game i'll leave conquered, drink more and i'll talk slurred,
bitch just don't be bothered, i'll leave your ass just awkward,
the blood in your eyes makes you see the things all blurred.
//Hook, 2:04//
I reprimand the fact that i am stranded,
never been a rich boy, permission not granted,
walkin' up to doors, tryna make friends, but they slammed it.
put my seed of life in the dirt, and then plant it.
(2x)
//end//
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Slipp
Member since March 8 2019